My lenses bear the scratches of my past, dreaming of their removal.
Seeing my eyes glisten, free at last to see clearly the life that I’ve made.
To appreciate fully what I’ve been given & what I gave.
To show through my eyes what I’m not willing to say.
“I love you X I hate you”
The horrid days that refuse to leave me sane.
But I know! One day my dream will come to pass.
My happiness won’t be questioned by self. I am me, and I am happy, & that is fact.
Sometimes I may forget myself & lose all tact, but to be the joyful simpleton itself is the greatest of acts.