It takes awhile to understand one’s inner pain
and self confession.
Whose voice is it that you hear?
and which one do you trust?
My soul is like a deep abyss
which I’ve flung myself into
in hopes of better learning who and what I am,
and letting go of fear, self-doubt and ignorance.
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Eyes that penetrate.
Eyes that pierce.
Eyes that glow
and eyes that understand both pain and joy.
Eyes that radiate with warmth
and those that glower with coldness.
Eyes that are wise
and eyes bearing hardships.
Eyes can tell us a lot about someone
Whether it’s their health, feelings or state of mind.
They narrate a story all in their own way.
like the middle child
is neither hot or cold
yet is caught between two seasons
who loathe one another yet one cannot exist without the other.
When it is Autumn’s turn to shine
Winter exhales it’s frosty breath,
and Summer in return withdraws its warmth
leaving Autumn alone in the middle
unable to complain
with Spring inside the belly of Mother Nature
waiting to show off as a new born heralding a New Year.