Double Vision
No one really knows
What a blessing sight is.
Sight never really shows
On the outside.
You would not look at me
And think to yourself
What do you see?
When you are on the outside
Looking inside.
But when you look with my eyes
The world is standing
Side by side.
Which image is real?
How can I tell?
When I cannot see
Through the lies.
Prisims are such a little thing
To you, but seem to me
A giant blessing.
Now I see
Clarity.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2013
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