Eyes. Windows to the soul.
They're clouded, scarred, hurt.
Once clear, innocent, transparent.
Only to trail out in moments when emotions cannot be dammed.
Must break loose for fear of erupting.
Tears flowing along the same winding path but can carry
with it jubilee, hate, guilt, abuse, fear.
Things unquantifiable.
Do i not weep just like the little girl?
Can i anymore?
Or are my eyes damming themselves?
Walls for fear of showing the murky waters.
look into one another's eyes for they don't lie,
and gaze, feel, cry, and restore for you too have these.
Her eyes are windows to that soul.