Life In Blurred Vision

Saturday nights and Sunday Mornings
seem to bring the most inspiring times.
And Sunday afternoons bring clarification
to the blurred views that were.
And yet things are still not clear,
as you find yourself surrounded by different shades of grey.
And you live with the same reckless abandon
that brought you to this time and place.

The people that surround you, those you call friends,
make you feel like it has all been worth the struggle.
To get to this point, to see life through blurred vision,
and yet feel as comfortable as though it were all in 20/10.
Then the instance comes to a close,
as you find yourself looking for that piece of you that you left behind.
You float away,
keeping the memories as fresh as cool spring air in your mind.

You find yourself looking through your rear view mirror,
seeing the pieces of us all floating amongst the chaos.
The view through the windshield,
a beautiful blend of reds and blues and blacks and greys.
You ignore the pain of your daughter's elbow in your side,
for any pain is worth the calm that you see in her eyes.
You remember what it felt like to feel that,
to know the bliss that was life before all of this.

The ship pulls into the dock that is your foundation,
that which you hold dear and true to your heart.
The battle between dear and true still wages inside,
and yet you forget it for tonight.
You know tomorrow brings a new bliss, a new ignorance.
And you smile as you drift into that unconscious understanding of what has been and what may come to be.