I strain so hard to see

Which makes my eyes only want more

But this hurt my eyes

It made them tear.

I remember when I wore glasses

All the time

And my eyes would see differently

Grasping things but only just

Of what they were layed upon.

Of course I could see

Anything

That was close

Bringing the image

To the back of my brain.

But now my eyes

Are one with me

Truly seeing what was only a glimpse

Of everything that was once a blur.

I can see

So clearly

But the it hurts to put them in.