Prism Lens

There’s a lens through which we view this world
Called cynicism’s pain
A lens that cannot understand
Each song and each refrain
That sees only the differences
The things misunderstood
And fails to grasp or comprehend
The other side of good

The side that isn’t wrong and yet
Is deemed as not quite right
Where emotions test abilities
To express divergent light
That wanders down another path
And deviates from norm
Where rational might seem quite vague
To navigate the storm

Such threads some call insanity
Just black and white in frame
Where logic, reason, rhyme are blurred
To test life’s lucid game
And yet they weave a tapestry
Not always so obscure
Suggesting they should be observed
Through a prism lens once more

A reflection on how some still view mental illness in the world today through the prescriptive lens of society and contemplation on how such black and white visions maybe miss the spectrum of colours in humanity.

English: Light dispersion of a mercury-vapor lamp with a prism made of flint glass Deutsch: Dispersion vom Licht einer Quecksilberdampflampe mithilfe eines Prismas aus Flintglas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)