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)

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© January 30,2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Young...and Immature

When you are young and immature, you don't always think and you don't usually care who or what your actions will affect. All a teenager really cares about is number one, me, myself, and I. We don't always realize that there is something more, something greater then getting a first kiss, or who's dating who, or who took who to prom. When I was in fifth grade I thought about things like this. But over the past few years my eyes have been forced open. I had to take a long big look around, and what i discovered was something extraordinary. But something extraordinary always comes with a high cost, and for every trial that is thrown at you, for every pain filled second you have to endure. If you don't break and give in and give up it makes you stronger. And each and every trial you endure is the cost you have to pay for something extraordinary. And the extraordinary only comes after you have accepted who you are, and that your life is nothing but a mountain to climb, and if you stop climbing for a second, if you rest for even one short second, you could fall down, you could lose all the precious ground you've covered, and then you'll have to start all over once again. So ask yourself is one second, two seconds, or a couple hours of pleasure, or of something you want that might not be wise. Is it worth destroying your future? Every day i watch, and i see, and hear of things that have destroyed people and yet they don't realize it yet. But when they do its gonna be only after they have hit rock bottom. I have been there, and i have done that. Its not a happy place to be. I rather like the view from the mountain top better.

© January 30, 2012