Thoughts At An Eye Hospital
It isn't always about seeing.
Sometimes it's about knowing
If what you see is as it is supposed
To be. What you know is exactly
What you see. Eye patients
Don't invoke any sympathy.
We look fine. You don't see
What we see when we look in the mirror,
Blurred or surreal, a vampire eye
Staring back at you. As if you ate
Up beauty itself, you are like
A balloon filled to the brim
With endless days of hiding from the sun,
Of looking so deep within that on days
You feel you could explode with so much
Of yourself. But you aren't tired. Not at all.
Inner vision calls you and other worlds
Become your friends; other people
Look like auras. So beautiful, so lonely.
You want to hug everyone
And their sad glowing innards.
You are not sad, not sad.
Some day you will see just like
Everyone else. You will see
So much more. You will be healed
Of the misery of bright lights flashed
Into you, the endless stinging drops poured into
Your insights. You will see each new day,
Just as it is. Nothing more, nothing less.
And you will relearn to see reality too.
Colours you don't relate to anymore,
As you wander out of the cave,
Abandon the darkness thread by thread,
Step by step back into the known.
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