31 days in MAY

Glasses

What fills these glasses,
Fills my view.
All the things they show me
Are all the things I see.

Without them,
I am blind.
The world is nothing
But a blurred flurry
Of incoherent colours.
But with them
I see clearly.

But still,
I'm just seeing through them.
These lens,
These glasses,
Spectacles.
Always looking through something.
Never seeing anything directly.

I've realized now,
That these glasses have scratches,
Almost cracks.
They've been through everything
I've been through.
But perhaps,
All they're capable of now
Is skewing my vision.

Maybe it's time for a change.
To revisit an optometrist.
Trade up for a higher power.
My eyes losing clarity,
My glasses gaining thickness.

Glass,
Lens,
Specs.
They change colours to shapes,
To lines,
To figures.
They define
A colourful world.
And outline the colours
And the sights.

Sight changes.
Vision changes.
The eyes see
What the I's see.

~A