Blinded to our blessings
We glare at our problems
With a bitter taste
Always wondering,
‘Why me?’
We stare at others
Turned green with envy
Thinking he or she
Is unshackled by
‘Why me?’
On the ARK of Noah
We share a boat and sea
With angels and demons
We fight our battles, day to day…
Comparison paints a picture
distorted and incomplete
O’ the irony!
That he or she
Is glaring back
Blinded by your light
Thinking
‘Why me?’
….
Written in response to Laura’s ‘Blinders’ at: http://arkofidentity.wordpress.com/2014/05/08/blinders/


