Giving Up is Not an Option or This One's For Me

I tried to read

my eyes so tired

the words

not much more than a blur on a sea of white

(did you know that having only one eye

you often cannot see past the floaters)

Occasionally they would clear but the story was all but lost

Do I back up and try again

or just quit

put the book down

give up

move on to mindless entertainment

The imagination is so far more desirable

The pictures the mind can paint

the completeness of the intent of the writer

the book so superior to the movie

(how often the transition of the story is missed

movies seldom do books proper justice)

How I yearn to be able to once again

sit and read for hours on end

allowing the art of the author to take me on a trip

trips that I have missed since that loss

The words have been shared

“never give up”

shouldn't they be remembered in all matters of our lives

I think maybe that it's time to go back and try again

I think, maybe I wrote this for me