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rose-colored sunglasses
if these shades slip over my eyes,
is it a promise that all the
terror and pain in the world
will be temporarily
wiped out?
will the rouge frames blend in
with the blood on the battlefield,
concealing horror around every corner?
or
does it signify a
disinterest?
oversized sunglasses correlate
with an uninspired psyche,
a bored and brawl-seeking wolf
is that the impression of
my pink-tinted sunglasses?
if i put them on intentionally,
do they imply an unintentional ignorance
still?
I need a relief
from this torture
I hope you understand
that I’m putting on these
sunglasses for me and I’m sorry
that it might hurt you but it’s not personal
it’s just that I need some time to heal
under these rose-colored lenses
and as they slip over the bridge of
my bruised nose the
spots clear and the pain subsides
the sky is clearer than I remember
believe me, I know
that this is fragmented reality
but don’t we all need a break from
it all sometimes?
I can ignore the blue spots that
trace my spine like an ellipsis that
never seems to end
the chemicals that shoot through my veins
three times a week don’t matter
under this mauve windshield
that protects me in case of a crash
and the crash is coming
we know it’s inevitable
so let me try and protect myself
for right now
because too soon
nothing will be able to protect me
it’s not ignorance.
it has another name.
tranquility.
if you were dying too,
I’d ask you to join me in this
floral-colored sea of tranquility.
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I reread My Sisters Keeper the other day and Kate inspired this poem to an extent – she was considerably less ignorant than the narrator of this poem, but to me, they have a similar mentality.