The Spectacles

The Spectacles

An Original Poem by Catelin Haight


Through the spectacles of the soul

We magnify the past

Focusing on the rocks that stubbed our toes

The wine that tasted bitter

The words that cut like knives

But when we reflect upon such happenings,

We must also remember

That we learned to wear our shoes 

That we grew to like the taste

That wounds healed

And left us with a story to tell.






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