09/28/2021
🌹She wore rose colored glasses,
She always saw the good.
Sometimes she forgot them,
But still couldn’t see,
Like she should.
Too afraid,
Too dark,
So she quickly put them on.
🌹Even with her glasses,
She still wanted to be seen.
She had a yearning for connection,
that she missed so desperately.
She opened up her heart,
trusted who she shouldn’t.
Her glasses always stayed in place,
She couldn’t see through them,
She couldn’t.
🌹She had a tribe,
Or so she thought.
But she learned the truth,
She learned a lot.
Sometimes people have a hard time seeing the truth,
Even when it’s right in front of you.
Trust me,
I did too.
🥀She thought he was nice,
So helpful and kind.
When she took off her glasses,
He was easier to find.
His eyes were full of lies,
And hidden manipulation.
Each move was calculated,
He groomed without hesitation.
He played a convincing role,
Like an actor playing a part.
A victim,
An innocent man,
A nice guy with a big heart.
🥀Her rose colored glasses,
No longer rosed.
They’re broken in pieces,
Stepped on,
And exposed.
They’re tarnished from her tears,
The pain is too deep.
She may never put them on again,
Or at least that’s what she thinks.
🥀Some may have glasses,
While others have wear scales.
Masking their eyes,
Making it harder to tell.
The truth is the truth,
And it prevails.
May your eyes be ready,
when it’s finally unveiled.
🥀Ashlee M.