Lenses

The world looks

a little different

through my eyes.

I have seen the highs

and the lows. I have

seen some rise and fall.

I have seen those

who come from

broken homes rebuild

what was once destroyed.

I have seen the walls

that people put up

crumble to the ground.

I have seen a blue sky

quickly turn gray,

but I have never seen

rain clouds stay;

they always evaporate.

I have seen the rain

wash away the pain.

I have seen people

hit rock bottom

and climb out.

I have seen

those left for dead

come back to life

because of encouraging

words others have said.

I have seen the wind blow

out the strongest flames.

I have seen people change

when others stay the same.

I have seen a life unique

to me. I have seen sand

in an hour glass slip

between the cracks.

I have seen those left

behind and those who

left before their time.

How would you feel

if you were to look

through my eyes?

I am not sure I can

answer that question.

How would I feel looking

through yours? I can’t

change the way you view

the world, but why

would I? We may not

see eye to eye, and that

is okay. Maybe, it should

be that way. I have not

seen it all nor should I,

but one day, I hope

I will reach new heights,

and see a new point of view,

and I hope you do too.