These blurred lines..(a poem)

Even after washing and rinsing this thing I call a face,

My eyes still don’t see the clarity I want them to see

The lines are not straight and my head aches

I’m not used to uncertainty or this feeling of not knowing what’s next

After cleaning my glasses and wearing them over and over again

My eyes still don’t see the lucidity I want them to see

And I’m too tired to keep holding on if all I’m going to see are blurred lines

My strength is fading off day by day like the blurriness of those lines

All I can now see are faded strength, dwindled vision, and lest I forget, blurred lines..


Hi y’all, I’m going to start sharing my poems on here as well.. I hope you’re well🙃🤍 Bye!

I just found this random photo on the free WordPress photo library. I think it somewhat embodies what this poem means..

Love you all always 🤗🤗

Author: beejaywriter

I am Bee. I write and I also have my own podcast.🤗

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