By Lizzieflies

Perspective

The way I filter
What I see
With my eyes

No false rose colored glasses can counter act
The filters put in place over many years
The lenses I see through before my eyes open

I'��m not good enough
I can'��t get better
I will always be wrong
Even when I'��m right

I am less than
I am small
I am weak
I am broken
I am breakable
I am not worth the effort

No rose colored glasses upon my nose
To change my view from the outside
How I see that others see me

Only through breaking the glasses
Inside my head
Can I change my perspective

The lens of old
That said, "��You'��re just a foothold"
Had to be burned with the fire of love

The lens of inadequacy still screams

I used to cower beneath it
Now I stand tall
And have seen that lens
Is really quite small

The lens of Pain
Dark and stained
Had to be scrubbed
Polished and dubbed
The Catchers Mitt
Ready to absorb
every hit

When I break down one lens
I replace it with another
And I create my new lens
Of change
How I see my world

Perspective

The panorama of my emotional field of vision
Does not have any false rose colored glasses
But
I give myself permission everyday
To see the world
In a brand new way

To change my perspective
Not be part of the collective

To see with clear eyes
To feel with a clean heart
To sing with a soft voice
To heal with love
What others tried to take and destroy

Perspective

My soul can guide me now

Superb, outstanding, mindblowing .. I have no words to define You.... You look like a great poet and a great intellectual....<3

Thank you tazzops and sherbaz12 very kind responses!