I pull a pair of glasses from my pocket and see anger, hatred and bitterness.
A shroud of darkness. Enraged faces and hateful eyes of all I encounter.
Hands slam steering wheels, fists shake with fury, threats through clenched teeth.
I reach for another pair, only to see despair, pain and anguish.
Eyes red and tear filled, grief-torn expressions, heads hung in sorrow.
A beggar’s cardboard sign, bruises from abuse, a dejected soul sitting alone.
The next pair reveals physical beauty. Radiance, a magnificent glow. So lovely.
Skin, soft as silk. Lustrous, flowing hair and sensual curves.
Glorious features, a confident stride, a glance from across the pool.
Yet another pair shows the material world and its money, power and fame.
The condescension, impatient postures, no gratitude.
Deception can bear but little eye contact, except for the best of liars.
Just cold, calculated, self-serving words.
One last, modest pair shows contentment, peace of mind, a certain calm.
Caring looks, gracious smiles and lovely, tender expressions.
A warm embrace, an open door, a hand reaching out to hold.
A world that is comprised of all things good and evil, seemingly in equal measure.
Each pair of glasses shows the world not necessarily as it is but as I perceive it.
I realize now the glasses I wear each day are of my own choosing.
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