Poetry

Seeing Through the Haze

Squeegee the mist from my eyes
The tears that blur my vision
For life doesn’t follow the path of perfection
The haze of dreams that create expectation
Built a picture of exactly how it should be
Instead of living what I’m being given
Seeing the beauty in the days before me
Being a stickler for the details out of place
Missing everything that is so right

Debbie Gravett © 2020.04.26

RDP: Stickler
FOWC: Squeegee
Image by Tess Pixy256 from Pixabay

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A word painter; a story slave; a believer of magic and mystery; a lover of life. View all posts by Debbie Gravett

2 thoughts on “Seeing Through the Haze”

Christine Goodnough says:

2020-04-27 at 3:41 am

Thanks for participating. Your last two lines carry a lot of meaning. A person can get into seeing the fine flaws and miss the big picture. 🙂

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1. Debbie Gravett says:
  
  2020-04-27 at 11:34 am
  
  Thanks for providing the opportunity to share.
  
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