Topazia Posted May 10, 2007 Report Share Posted May 10, 2007 taking a picture of familiar faces friends and family in their places suddenly wind captures my hands on the ground the camera lands I scoop it up and to my dismay the lens has cracked three different ways I loudly moan, for I'm now sad the pictures are all I'll ever have a few days later I start to think what if this has more meaning a philosophy forms in my unusual mind an answer to many questions I find having close ties to family and friends is like looking at them through a broken lens the cracks hide scars and ill-gotten acts almost as if they were wearing a mask looking around in this new mindset I see my loved ones in a new perspect in cracking my camera, I've mended my eyes now I can see them in truth, at full size at first I was shocked to see all the breaks but now I embrace them, for personality's sake I know I'm not perfect, in fact, I'm far short hopefully with new eyes, I can grow more Dedicated with apology to InsanitysCaptive Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Horatio Posted May 10, 2007 Report Share Posted May 10, 2007 Wonderful. You are writing better and better all the time!!! Thanks for this beautiful poem. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Topazia Posted May 18, 2007 Author Report Share Posted May 18, 2007 you are welcome Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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