Mondays are just young Fridays

My eyes see more than what I’d like to believe. At times weak, I doubt my acuity. Contrast continues to plague my reality.
My vision is impaired, there is so much out there and I can’t take it all in, but I intend to see what I need.
The next step, tenuous at best, might be to the side or slightly off track to avoid pitfalls or people I have struggled with before.
Those eyes, however, remain focused on what is ahead.
I cannot become sidetracked or stray from my vision.
I need to believe in what I see.

07/16/2018                                               j.g.l.

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