Cracked, clouded, darkened
Brokenness obscuring
Images half formed
Brokenness obscuring
Images half formed
It’s no wonder
The broken me
Lashed out
It’s no wonder
The broken me
Lashed out
Clouded lenses
Light obscured
I close them
It occurs to me… Sometimes
The best way to see ourselves
Is to hand our vision to someone else
And let them tell us what they see
Now, joy and smiles
Such beautiful smiles
Even for the Americans
Once enemies, welcomed now as friends