Lenses

You have lenses
I have lenses
Big ones
Small ones
Weak ones
Strong ones

We have our favorites
Ones that make all things good
They color our future
They color our past
And they can color our present, as well.

And then, there are the scary ones
that take us into dark places
where we don't want to go
where we don't want to be seen
where we see demons.

Lenses aren't labeled.
When we put one on, we never really know where it will take us

I took her into a dark place
through a lense so dark
the only thing that passed through was excrutiating pain, anguish, sorrow.

I did not understand the pain, so I didn't remove the lense.

And she never forgave me.

So as I look back on what might have been
I wonder if I am looking through the right lens.

And, I think, not.