“This poetry-vlog is brought to you by my parent’s dining room”
I got the idea for this piece when I showed my roommates what I looked like with the glasses I never wear. One of them regarded that if you need glasses, even only a little bit, and don’t use them, it can ruin your eyesight. This planted the seed, but then when my brother said that some people think wearing glasses when you don’t really need to can damage your eyesight, then it was growing.
There’s a certain frustration to this scenario. Rarely do my eyes hurt randomly, but what if those sparse moments get more frequent and it’s all because of me not wearing the glasses? Or vice versa, where I start wearing the glasses more and because of this my eyesight worsens, meaning I just have to wear them more and more often.
Honestly, I have no clue what to do, and I wanted to try to capture this is words. I’m semi-satisfied with how this turned out, but only because there were a few concepts that I wanted the voice of it to touch upon that I think it got. These were things like the weird and subtle superiority I felt for not needing glasses for so long, even though I recognize that’s preposterous, and other very vague, floaty ideas. This sort of subconscious connection I want the reader to make is a hard thing to pull off, but I think this poem is a good stepping stone for me as a writer.
Also, hope everyone had an great Thanksgiving! Almost done with the semester, so just keep your head up.