Vision

What do the people see?
When they are wounded as can be?
Do they see light blue skies?

Or do they not see them at all?
Do they see the starry skies?
Or do they only cry out of defeat and fall?

Do they walk on the evergreen grass?
Or step through broken shards of glass?
In one’s eyes,it seems nature,dim.

And beauty of animals within.
But alas,if they have only seen all the pain and hurt.
They try to see the best they could.

The vision of one who is wounded can vary.
Some have vision,oh so blurry.
And others try to keep calm in a hurry.

Some of them try to make peacefully curry.
But their mind is blurried by the pain.
And wounds can really leave a stain.

You may heal the scar.
But the wound may last forever.
I hope all manage to look through clear glass however.

I know a lot of us are hurt.
Thrown around and pushed in the dirt or mud.
Do we all see the light blue skies as they are?

Or do we only get that much far?
The eyes of someone healthy,however.
They can clearly see the clouds.

But they can still get blurry and float.
Nobody’s vision is perfect.
Some are colorblind.

And some prefer the starry skies at night.
Some like the view at an incredible height.
Over trees,evergreen grass.

But sometimes,wounds don’t let us pass.
The mind could be polluted by the sea.
Full of trash,plastic and words as rude as can be.

At first,the sea was clear.
It was a shiny blue.
With a sunset hue.

But as the years passed.
There was dying weed and grass.
Trauma often doesn’t let us pass.

And we hope for it to be over fast.
It can really leave a mark.
And it makes your mind dark.

We all looked for a savior,a spark.
As we take a walk at the local park.
Sometimes,we cannot see in the dark.

As people sleep and dogs bark.
The taste is often sour or tart.
In your mind,it can really leave a mark.

Soon you will understand.
What pain and defeat meant.
So let me clear your mind.

Fill it up with all the rainbows I can find.
So you sleep peacefully at night.