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Tinted Sunglasses


Darkened sunglasses

Color the world ahead

Tinted for me

As I perceive it.


Hidden are the joys,

Cloud-covered silver linings,

Small pleasures taken

From within.


Hope for my burdened self

Arises.

My mind emerges from analytic puzzles,

To take on new visions.


A stream of light

Bolts through the darkness,

To cast shadows.

Glasses flung,

I see true colors.

Note: This poem was written in April 1990, prompted by a client of the local senior center I worked for who was experiencing depression. I personally had gone through a period of depression as a result of marriage problems and career disillusionment. God healed me and I am forever grateful.



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