My eyes grew to poet-size, a gift
That reveals what the world forgot,
That catches some of the glimpses
That time has failed to keep up with.
I need to wear prose-colored glasses
Just to bring me back to normal.
I used to believe that my life's
struggle
Would be getting other people to see,
But now, it's just to stop pretending I
don't
–Or to start.
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