I have sympathy for my eyes

For my jaded gaze have bare witness tragedy

A tinted lens actively encapsulates my view

I have sympathy for my eyes, for they have been raised under cynicism 

I have sympathy for my eyes, for they have known total uncontrolled wrath far too early

I have sympathy for my eyes, for they have known the woes and sorrow of loss

I have sympathy for my eyes, for they have known self-hatred before they have known self-love.

I have sympathy for my eyes, for they fill and drown with sorrows my heart was comsumed of

I have sympathy for my eyes, for they have seen cracks in the glass ceiling being filled before them

I have sympathy for my eyes, for they bare the gift of sight

Is it a gift?