a poem in progress.
Some people see the world through rose colored lenses
happy to bask in the cotton candy haze
of denial while sitting under a gumdrop tree
Feasting on the nectar of blissful delusions
Their eyes only see beauty and peace.
Some people see the world through scratched, dirty lenses
Lenses marred by a lifetime of hard use.
Futilely trying to clean the glasses in a pond of
skepticism and regret.
Their eyes only see negatively and hate.
Other people break free of the lenses.
2020 vision is within their reach.
These people know
that sometimes the road to hope begins with despair.
that pain and love often walk hand in hand.
They refuse to play peekaboo with their problems.
Instead, facing them head on.
Their eyes see the world as it is-both the good and the bad.
Everything I Never Told You 
I like this, Tosha. There is wisdom in finding a middle ground when it comes to worldview, isn’t there?
“Well darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable
And lightness has a call that’s hard to hear”
“There’s more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine”
That underscores your poem well. Love.
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