Poem - My Gift

Pops used to say that the way i see the world is a gift,

that the way i see straight to a soul will uplift...

In tune with all that is bright because my sight shifts to the right

then comes through to the centre with a twist...

No binary code , no matrix 

i see the full flick

but tend to only pay attention to the bits...

...to the bits that i can FEEL, 

the real sh!t they emit.

These days i find i gotta have a bit more grit 

because a spirit can be so bright and strong that at times it blinds me from acknowledging the dull bits

and if i am the only one that sees it,

if the animalistic takes precedent,

if they themselves are unaware of it,

if their actions do not befit the strength of their own spirit,

I can't only treat them according to the bright bits...

Gotta be holistic 

Gotta see the sh!t that the world has distorted it with.

Funnily enough my distortions are clear as day to me,

 it just theirs i need to learn to see...

to adjust my eyes to see when to protect or put me first 

because my natural inclination to see beauty and not anything worse

is my gift...

i wont let it be my curse.