Open Eyes

Open eyes look in to my soul

I try to run from those honest open eyes

But only end up running to the eyes of death

And they don’t just look but they

Tear and rip open the

Secrets of my soul

Running I slip, and I trip over

The spilled secrets that flow from my

wounds as blood from a wound

as I crash to the

ground my tears flow and

mix with the ruined secrets

but as I glance up I see once again

the honest open eyes looking down

sadly at my ruined state

as I look into

those eyes I bow my head in shame,

but instead of a lecture I feel an arm go around me,

I feel the power of his kind, open and honest soul

And looking back up I see his smile

And his eyes hide no secrets only

A tale a story

Of the pain he suffered so long ago,

So that I would not have to suffer completely alone

Staring in his eyes and feeling his arm around me to help me, to support me

I get to my feet and slowly, so slowly

I gain my own balance,

my wounds close and leave nasty scares that in time go away, ‘

but only after my long journey of traveling up and up the mountain to

a place of peace

a place of love

and a place of acceptance. . .

© January 30,2012 (Emma Joy Huls)