Now I See

The eye is the portal to the soul,
A detail story without words untold,
The frontier dimension before crossing the inner self,
Beholding the last image of life before death,

But see,
The normal was different for me,
My angle of vision is off its axis...
corrective lenses is a must,
but was of my optional use,
Born as a child with this natural viewpoint
into a world of neglect, drugs, and abuse.
I recall discovering talents in the midst
of my horrible environment...
Like my pain how I could reduce,
oversee or rather not see at all my childcare misuse,
Give my spirit a boost without joy,
Confidently introduce myself to any boy.

Strange...
half the time I didn't know my life was sad,
I overwrote time with memories not so bad,
All because of one born identity that was obvious...
That my eyes couldn't fully see,
weird enough, it let me be,
I wasn't properly token care of,
Now I take care of me!, So now I can see!
but I remember a time refraining from many situations...
As if God knew I was going to have it rough
and he didn't want me to see what was going on,
Or let me be a witness to all that was wrong,
but honestly, that only help with half of what I face,
but at least in detail I don't remember the place.

Now that I'm grown,
furthering my career and moving on,
properly wearing my contacts,
I look back and I don't see nothing!,
Does that make me blind?
Of course not, I have corrective lenses now
and I can see my bright future!
This poem is my audience lecture,
and in it includes this missing chapter I forgot to cover,
A unique storyline like no other.