As I reminisce about my childhood that could have been blissful
If I hadn't made a mistake that changed my life forever that now I regret
Like a faithful companion that lasts for life my glasses made my life horrible
Why was it that it happened to me when I was eight
That warned me to be careful, I couldn't play with freedom
When I joined them all to play with the ball it hit my head hard and something crashed
Suddenly I could see I was half blind again and couldn't discover the broken pieces, my vision
I searched the whole place and got the shining fragments in my palms completely smashed
From then on I stayed away, nor could I enjoy the rain and I would always wonder
Why didn't the drops slipped by and instead were collected
And obstructed my sight?
Why couldn't I be upside down with vision, when I did somersaults why did they hang over?
Why can't I style my hair, why did they get stuck in the edges and I had to remove them, a soft fight?
Why can't they be cooperative when he took my snapshot why did they hide my eyes flashing bright?
Was I supposed to struggle all my youth and sit behind and watch them play when I couldn't?
My life was out of sight again when I removed them for my sleep at night
I assumed and memorised the ways that follow without my optic crutches I thought I wouldn't
But am I not lucky to have that at least, and think of those who are blinder than I am
Should I be thankful to the curvy glasses that thickened every year blinding me more?
Now I have my last number which I have to struggle all my life till I am
Eligible enough to move to that room where they had technologies to cure
And I would be back again to the same life that I had years ago which I can't memorise
But for now I have it as my companion as I am breathless in its absence
I can't live without it I'm so dependant like everyone with the same to live their lives
We appear nerds because we're helpless and we've lost our most important sense
They laugh at us referring to our eyes but we can only smile with with the burden on our noses
If I can only return to my past again ten years ago I would surely change my life
But nevertheless its hopeless to imagine such things that can't help people like us
My glasses are my vision my only helper of living more or I would have lived a ruthless life
-Asma Shaikh
YOU ARE READING
Right Inside Me #Wattys2016
Poetry#646 in poetry (01/07/2017) A peek into my life and the real me, life had been an adorable adventure, a mystery, fantasy and mostly a fairytale, I never had access to reality... Want to know what real magic in life sounds like? it all begins with tr...
