“Opened Eyes”
By Ashley O’Hare
It all seems simple now;
I awoke this morning
to a crystal clear head.
There is no logical sense,
but I am not going to question the how.
Each day
blends into the others.
I’m enjoying my time,
but I feel like
I am only surviving.
Perhaps I am too selfish;
I had diamonds in my past.
If I am destined for a future of coal,
I have no room to complain at all.
I wish I could remain blind;
blissfully ignorant.
But this is my debt.
I have to pay it.
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