My eyes

I have forever seen this world differently than other people. Or perhaps I just want to think I do. Always feeling a description is inadequate. A word string falls just short. Perhaps ego has his hand on my soul, I do not know. Can I learn to appreciate the eyes of others? Seeing a second from their view and not my own? Would I care to tell the tale or forget that living hell of walking another’s path. Isn’t mine hard enough?



9 thoughts on “My eyes

  1. Interesting thought. I was wondering about this just the other day. As bad as my life has been would I really trade shoes with someone else. I think I have finally gotten used to mine, even with the tender spots. However, that shouldn’t keep me from empathizing with others and I do try.

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