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With spectacles worn

over my wrinkled eyes,

I looked back on my life,

holding up a magnifying glass

to my mistakes.



How I regretted all the times

I disregarded my 20-20 vision

and wore blindfolds

of worry instead,

squandering good advice.



I wished I hadn’t

grown accustomed

to this mindset

that blurred the edges

of peripheral perception.



I knew hindsight would

make everything clear,

but I’d lodged objects

in my path specifically

to obstruct my view.



Anxiety was trapped

behind these irises,

dilating danger

and scattering hope

in flecks of confetti.



There was nothing

I could do to change my past,

yet I promised to

look into my future

with a different set of eyes.

Rewrite 2012

With spectacles worn
over my wrinkled eyes,
I looked back on my life,
holding up a magnifying glass
to my mistakes.

How I regretted all the times
I disregarded my 20-20 vision
and wore blindfolds
of ignorance instead,
squandering good advice.

I wished I hadn’t
grown accustomed
to this mindset
that blurred the edges
of peripheral perception.

I knew hindsight would
make everything clear,
but I’d lodged objects
in my path specifically
to obstruct my view.

Anxiety was trapped
behind these irises,
dilating danger
and scattering hope
in hazel flecks.

There was nothing
I could do to change my past,
yet I promised to
look into my future
with a different set of eyes.