A Poem:
With tantruming Blue Eyes
Wide in what may seem like forever
Afraid to close them: what lies under those lids
That you are so delayed to show?
It’s easy to bare the hand with the petal
Laced with a tapestry of decorative words
But is it easy for you, so Wide Eyed,
To show what’s withheld in your other palm.
What secrets keep your mouth filled with gravel
Of the rubble left from the last time your soul was crushed
The job of someone who has hurt you before
What secrets do you keep behind those lids
And hidden with those thrashing
Blue Eyes
I like the mouth/gravel/rubble/crushed soul line.
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