What Rosy Spectacle Is This?
I bleed
Pain is not a problem
Anger is not an enemy
Reality is not negativity
Truth is not pessimism
Human is not shameful
Nor is any of it permanent
I will not deny life’s contractions
Or don again those amniotic lenses
Which serve only now to cloud this growing life
Both the hoped for and the grieved
I choose to see clearly
Speak its name when it arrives
And then live the life I birth
And hold the whole of it
Before it leaves
I choose the autobiography of me
Over the fiction of expectation
Life bleeds
— by me, April Resnick
Through Rose Colored Glasses by Will Crane
sometimesihatemycat 
Wonderful
Thank you sir. For reading as you always do, and for the compliments. I appreciate it.
what an excellent haemorrhage from life while still living
Thank you so much. I appreciate that you read my poetry and that you take the time to think about it and comment. Much love.