Rose Colored Eyes

Because of this poem, I will probably have issues on my Latin midterm since I studied very minimalist-ly for it.

Rose Colored Eyes

if souls were visible

they would be telling

of the world and

life just might

make sense

if guardian angels could be seen

they world would have hope

                     would ask for help

and maybe having someone else

there to blame—innocent but uncaring— other than

each other would fix so many things

but for all the misery

the world inflicts

upon itself

it’s not willing

      not wishing

(it thinks not needing)

to see

souls in smiles that

glisten in lights or

in vacant eyes

like a shattered mirror

guardian angels in friends

holding a hand a second longer or

in that warm spring afternoon

that encloses a heart with safety

the world collectively doesn’t

understand understanding but

maybe a few do

for those who see souls and

guardian angels and

those who see real

in ethereal

the world is just a place

beautifully frightening through

their rose-colored eyes

because while the sight of

real guardian angels and souls

pull their hearts ever higher

the misery the world inflicts

upon itself tethers them

to a life surrounded by

the infinitely blinded