Perspectives

A poem by Brandon Anderson

Perspectives change continuously

My heart sees the bitter world

Then my mind tells it to lighten up.

Burdens, hardships, quagmires

Burn inside my soul one day,

The next day I am lighter.

I’m a feather floating down and down.

I have a gut-wrenching feeling.

Then I’m free, going away, leaving.

I hear tick-tock, tick-tock…

Then the clock hushes and time no longer is vital.

I see a child crying.

I see warriors dying.

Then I see the sun shining,

And the military succeeding.

I feel a harsh pinch from a sibling.

Then I feel a gentle hug from a close friend.

The air is bitter and the cold tortures

Until the sun warms my face once again.

I know not of an answer,

And suddenly I know all the answers.

I smell rotting eggs and disease

Until the smell of toasted cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven,

dripping creamy vanilla frosting on the sides.

I feel complete remorse

Until I receive the good news.

I can’t find my way

Then a lighted path appears.

A dab of illness and suffering

Reminds me of good health.

I see ongoing rain

But then lift my head to the sky and open my mouth

to let the cold droplets trickle down my throat.

Then these droplets are accompanied by the rainbow…

Without a little rain,

the rainbow would never seem so precious.

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