Clarity is frosted glass,
You can see the imprint of what’s in front of you
But it’s distorted.
Incoherent.
Is it even really there?
I see what my brain preserves is on the other side,
But what if my brain is wrong?
Seeing what it wants to see.
Seeing what I fear to see.
Seeing myself alone,
No one there to support me,
No one there to comfort me,
Just me and my glass,
That’s useless.
It’s frosted over,
The same way my heart is.
Maybe this is it,
Clarity is something I can’t obtain.
Something so essential, yet so foreign.
Do you see what I see through that frosted glass?
Do you see your family in tears, waving goodbye?
Do you see yourself alone?
James Bowie High School
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