a blur of color

What’s hidden in a blur of color?

You know, those pictures that look like one thing until you put on special glasses

Magically, we see shapes and forms that were hidden in plain sight

Startling how the kaleidoscope transforms before us

Isn’t life like that?

Walking around in a blur of colored glass shards, when a pair of cardboard glasses with a cellophane lens would change everything

Instead, we stumble and trip over things or flat out ignore them, pretending not to see

Saying it’s hidden, lost in the blur

A scant excuse that we tell ourselves to ease the unease we feel at our intended blindness

What’s hidden in a blur of color?

Child’s laughter and falling leaves; hurt and need and hunger

Tears of joy and tragedy

An amalgamation titled life -

 Missy

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