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My Life Through Death and Glasses

April 12, 2019
By gizellprim BRONZE, Cerritos, California
gizellprim BRONZE, Cerritos, California
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I stare at the slate entombed at my feet

Lettering of gold turned green through rain and shine

Left alone but still whole

A pair of thin framed spectacles

Laid to rest the head

It was how I saw and what.

What I believed, what I chose not to.

It guided the decisions that altered what I sought

I saw through the masquerades of false feelings of adoration

I saw through those who didn’t deserve

My words, my presence

I saw the chances I was given

Some taken, others avoided because

I saw the sacrifice outweighed what I’d reap

My sight has diverted my beliefs for better and worse

Showing me the perfections and flaws that cultivate a life of never ending trials

Sight perishes and vision is everlasting


The author's comments:

I have worn glasses my enitre life and I would say it's a huge part of me. It has, in an odd way, built my confidence and has guided me through life, making me able to see what was right and wrong and where to go. I hope other teens that wear glasses can relate to this poem in some way.


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