Four Eyes

I was born with two sets of eyes

One, broken and useless

The other, of cold glass and plastic frames


I looked at the world through a window

Unable to truly cherish its beauty

To understand the complexity, within and without


Mocked and scorned for being crippled

Hated for being different

I could not help it! I could not help my curse!


Yet only able to look through the glass, I learned something

I was different, I could not witness without my false eyes

But behind that window, greater meaning was revealed


Yes I am different, yes I am crippled

But only by this mortal shell am I impaired

My inner being not harrowed, but bolstered!


I learned the heart is the source of true strength

I beheld a different world, one unseen by mortal eyes

I could not look, but I could see


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