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Color as described by a blind person.

By Amelia MoorePublished 5 months ago Updated 4 months ago 3 min read
Top Story - May 2023
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I knew a blinded, burning boy,

Whose life was spent in black,

But he was smarter, wiser than,

All those who were unlike that.


He'd lost his eyes at a young age,

Seven, in Midwest fields,

When his mother cried and policemen tried,

To stop his young life’s yield.


I met him when he stood onstage,

Smiling, his milk-white eyes,

They greeted us with warmly glance,

And pinned us in their sight.


“I’ve been asked too many times,

What blind men think of life.

Well, let me tell you, friends of mine,

I see more than you might.


You think that I’ve forgotten,

How to see the world’s shades,

Well, I’ll give you an example, friends,

Of what I see every day.


I know you know the color red,

How would you describe its hue?”

He listens to us as we list off,

The shade of red’s contrast to blue.


I call to mind its anger,

The brightness of its gaze,

The way its cut breaks through the skin,

And beads across your face.


He nods and listens, smiles then,

“Yes, it’s a color, true.

But when I see the color red,

I don’t see it as you do.


Red is the color of blood and wailing,

It’s the ambulance I heard on my walk,

It’s the tone of a mother, cried in desperation,

Pleading for her daughter to talk.


It’s the smell of wine dropped onto the ground,

When I find my wife covered in lies,

And two glasses sat neatly beside our bed,

I touched the glass, and felt it red-bright.


Red is the color of anger,

When my father’s hand slapped me in my eyes,

I caressed my cheek to feel red stinging,

The bright blood rising fast as my cries.


I felt the red in the way that he,

Looked at me every day,

His gaze pierced through my blackness:

‘Mom, I feel quite frightened today.’


Red is the color of slipping on pavement,

Tasting grass crunching into my teeth,

And red is the sound of me spitting out dirt,

As my friends laugh too-loud above me,


Red is the feel of divorce papers,

That crinkle across my blind skin,

It’s the paper cut, stinging, across my signature,

Begging me to escape everything.


I feel red in the pits of my despair,

I feel it in the razor I held,

When I tasted the saltiness, red of my blood,

And thought too much about visiting hell.


Red is the color of hopelessness,

Of grief, and newly ripe pain,

When my anger twists itself up so bright and hot,

I feel Hatred burn its soul into my brain.


Red is the scent of passion,

In the roses we used to share,

And the scent of tires screeching stains onto pavement,

And that girl’s body twisting midair.


Yes red can be equal to love, to forevers,

But all I hear is a mother’s wail,

As red brings grief that lasts so long,

‘Eternity’ feels bleak and pale.


So you think that my dead white eyes,

Cannot see the color red?

Oh, I’ve seen it far more clearly than you,

It’s what I’ve bled and bled and bled.”


I was awestruck, I went to him,

Asked him how he managed to see,

And capture the complexities of the brightness of red,

Pin it all down so neatly for me.


He smiled at me, shook his blind head,

Spoke words I’ll never forget,

“It’s not seeing the hue that’s important.

It’s remembering all the things you regret.


Red is the color of bright-hot pain,

Pain, I’ve known all of my life,

My blind, helpless eyes cannot see my heart break,

But I’ve felt so many thousands of knives.”


About the Creator

Amelia Moore

17-year-old writer who hopes to write stories for a living someday-- failing that, I'd like to become a mermaid.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran5 months ago

    Red has been my favourite colour for about 20 years now. Whenever I was questioned why, I always say because Red is the colour of anger, blood and love. Your poem made me realise the ultimate truth behind it. Red is the colour of bright hot pain. Something I've known from childhood. This was very relatable and eye opening. Congratulations on your Top Story! I've subscribed to you!

  • Dailyn Townes5 months ago

    Congratulations on being one of the top stories! I thoroughly enjoyed the imagery, symbolism, and storytelling of this piece! Keep up the great work!

  • Zenny wapoxic5 months ago

    Well done!

  • Poppy the Poet5 months ago

    This is just astoundingly written. Congrats on top story, well deserved

  • Phil Flannery5 months ago

    Congratulations on your top story. Good luck with your future in writing, I think you'll do well, but hey, it's good to have a fall-back job, there is probably a lot of work for a mermaid.

  • This is profound! Emotional and intense! I read till the end and wasn't tired. Your story is very nice

  • Kristen Balyeat5 months ago

    This was incredible, heart breaking and brilliant! Fantastic job!!! 💫

  • Powerfully, achingly evocative. Associating a color almost exclusively with moments of heartbreak & pain, almost apologetically allowing for roses & passion which to him seem but distant memories, forever lost.

  • Melissa Ingoldsby5 months ago

    Brilliant work, I felt your pain in the words

  • Tusiime Ronald5 months ago

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  • Dana Crandell5 months ago

    This was brilliant. Congratulations on your Top Story!

  • Caroline Jane5 months ago

    Nice! This is full of life and wit... and I love that there is meat on the bones of it. It works really well.

  • Unbelievable! You’re a very gifted storyteller.

  • Cassandra Bruchez5 months ago

    Great story

  • Deasun T. Smyth5 months ago

    Great story! You got me hooked for the whole read.

  • Remarkable work. Vibrant, descriptive, gripping. I was spellbound from start to finish. I have no doubts you'll continue to be a successful writer, personally and professionally.

  • Cathy holmes5 months ago

    incredible piece. Congrats on the TS

  • Morgana Miller5 months ago

    Ok, someone understood the assignment. 😳 This is stunning, intense, immersive. Bravo!

  • Ahamed Thousif5 months ago

    I enjoyed the reading story!!! Amazing Work...

  • I had to keep reading! The focus kept me engaged.

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