Thoughts in Bold Ink

Was Blind

I remember when I was able to see for the first time

I saw a beautiful woman whose skin was not quite as smooth as silk

With hair all up in one

Her hands a little dusty

Her clothes were simple, her shoes scuffed

But her face shone bright

With her genuine smile and her tired, deep eyes

Eyes that looked past what you were and saw who you were

Eyes that allowed you to see who she was

And her mind was so vast and colorful

Unlike anything you'd ever see

Her heart so large and golden

Yet you could see what remained of old wounds

So many, many wounds and wounds upon wounds

And yet...it's bewilderingly strong

As if it doesn't fear being broken...

Massaged with love and strengthened with confidence

And growing amidst thorns that have been weakened

Thorns that used to be powerful and painful

Threatening to leave me broken and battered

Thorns that...thorns that...

Thorns that looked familiar...

I touched the heart and felt familiar feelings

Walked down familiar hallways in the mind

And those eyes...those eyes, wow!

Those eyes, they saw right through me

Because those eyes were mine.