When the Camera Clicks

We’re all looking at life through camera lenses

Taking pictures clear only to those who were there

Blurred for the rest of us who don’t share those memories

Some of us with fogged glass from hot-breathed ghosts of our pasts breathing down the necks of our sights

Clear for those with lives pristine

Or cracked and shattered for those beaten and fighting

No matter the state of the lens, the second the camera clicks, remember this;

Th pictures do not lie

And if the camera can see what’s in front of us;

Why can’t we?