My Eyes
One day someone said to me my eyes were beautiful. I couldn’t see why. When I washed my face every morning and every night, I dared not to look in the mirror at my eyes. I couldn’t look myself in the face. The truth was within me, however I turned away. Avoiding what I would see if I looked in my own eyes.
Someone told me that my eyes were big, round, almost moon like, but beautiful. Cascading dark brown reflections of pain, gifts, loss, and wanting to find happiness. I was being read. That person was listening to me speak. Staring at my eyes, they told me what I was thinking. I was afraid of something and it might have been of myself.
When someone told me that look in my eyes showed rejection, insecurity, and the need of someone to trust. I felt vulnerable, like a baby bird, I was pushed out of a nest, not being taught how to fly. I had my hands up, nobody came to help me. Falling at different speeds I tried to prepare myself for the collisions that were about to take place. I was blinded, I felt like a hawk just came down and swept me up and held me prisoner for it’s own nest.
Someone looked into my eyes and told me to dream, my visions are protected by my own strengths and instinct. Somehow I felt like I couldn’t find it. There was no hand up for me, opportunity has turned it’s back.
My eyes became like a window, marked with unlimited fingerprints, blurred vision dominated my every thought of who I was supposed to be. My eyes became a movie for no one to see.
One day I accidentally looked in the mirror, I saw something that I’ve never seen before … I saw me for the first time. I looked into my eyes because I wanted to see what somebody else saw. It was an awakening, I felt as if God forced me to look. I think stood in that mirror until my feet went numb. For the first time in my life, I found that my eyes were beautiful. Brown, sensitive, and glowing. It was like looking at the moon knowing it’s craters tell a story. I love my eyes, I love what I see, and I’m glad that somebody told me …
