Sight

Opening my eyes 

Is different each time.

I see something new,

Another perspective,

Another opinion to think on.

Sometimes when I open my eyes,

They weren't even closed in the time before.

But light peers through, brightening my sight,

Like the world had been washed to a sparkling sheen.

I'm not always glad

When this newness breaks in,

Shattering my one moment of 'Ok.' 

But it leads to another, another, another.

Remembering each ray of glimmering light,

Each luminous blink,

Brings me closer

To another picture.

I looks, and I see

But it's often too dark

To understand. Until the light peeks in,

I always think everything is alright.