Sometimes It’s Hard To See

A Poem

Sometimes it’s hard to see another title that starts with How As if I’ve never done anything right and everything is being sent to me to teach me how to do it better

Sometimes it’s hard to see the hyperbolic commentary of those I call(ed) friends over something that they don’t even understand

Sometimes it’s hard to see outside of myself and to acknowledge that other people have problems too and mine aren’t that real

Sometimes it’s hard to see a parent yell at a child and stand by and do nothing when all I want to do is Something

Sometimes it’s hard to see anything on the news that doesn’t enrage me and make me wonder how it got like this

Sometimes it’s hard to see the value in tradition when it’s become so staunch and burdensome and does not allow for change

Sometimes it’s hard to see into the depths of my soul because it’s covered in layers of self-doubt and conscious disregard

Sometimes it’s hard to see the lure of the future when all I really have is what is in front of me at this very moment

Sometimes it’s hard to see a vision of happiness because it can get so blurry and these glasses aren’t even the right prescription

Sometimes it’s hard to see what success looks like as a poet when the words already feel like magic to me

Sometimes it’s hard to see through these rose-colored glasses where everything I do is fine but other people are always messing things up

Sometimes it’s hard to see the injustice in the world and to know that I could do more but instead, I sit and type all of these words

Sometimes it’s hard to see the look on your face when you fall out of love with me and I know it but still, don’t want to accept it

Sometimes it’s hard to see the success of enemies and not to wish less for them which makes me less, in all ways

Sometimes it’s hard to see the person looking back at me because what I see and what you see aren’t the same

Sometimes it’s hard to see a cloud in the sky and not wonder what it would feel like to lay on top of one

Sometimes it’s hard to see your cold, dark soul even though you want me to shudder in fear and huddle in the darkness

Sometimes it’s hard to see the broad strokes you take to paint your life when I know, for sure you are missing so many spots

Sometimes it’s hard to see the person I was because you still want me to be him and I am nothing like him anymore

Sometimes it’s hard to see the world, disconnected while thinking they are more connected than ever through technology

Sometimes it’s hard to see another movie remake when all of the original screenwriters watch their words go out with the evening trash

Sometimes it’s hard to see content masquerading as writing and calls-to-action purporting to help when it’s all the same thing The vacant grabbiness of the Internet

Sometimes it’s hard to see the positivity in everything when most things aren’t that beautiful and most people don’t even care if they are

Sometimes it’s hard to see because sometimes it’s hard to feel and most days, all I really want is to be able to feel again

© Jonathan Greene 2019

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