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Filtered Light

by Mandy Doerr

To see beyond that which is there
The masque which hides all feeling and thought
Like a polarized lens in a laser
Letting only the acceptable out
Through the hair width slits I look
And try to find the missing light
Which could explain the reaction I see
For sometimes the lens changes its orientation
And strange, impassioned pleas emerge
I am at a lost how to answer
Should I condone or condemn
Or let them go by like the wind
I doubt I could say anything
That would really make a difference
Because I am still trying to pry off my own filter
I know it's the filter that's the problem
But until they realize this themselves
My words would make no sense
Maybe I should only leave a hint or two
Then when the time is right
They will remember my words
And start piecing their pain together
So that once identified
It can be healed


Copyright © 1998, Amanda D. Doerr