Imagine glare packaged as pain

Life giving sunshine touching the inner eye

pin pricks

flashes immobilizing hope

of finding the beauty of a brightly lit day.

 

It is RP making me feel this way.

 

The window is open, bird songs fill my ears

A soft spring breeze warms the room.

 

My eyes stay closed

Already the earth kissing rays hurt

And it pains me to know

What so many others look forward to experiencing

These damaged eyes can’t process.