It all starts with our eyes shut.
When we open them, it's new and amazing.
Colours fill our vision, and everything seems Omnibenevolent and fantastical - even the toys. Then our eyes close.
The next part starts with our eyes squinting. We eye everything up, only widening them to those that arouse us. Bugger the once Omnipotent parents and guardians, this is our playground now. Then our eyes close.
Our eyes are tired and weary. Struggle, but struggle you must, to keep them open. If you shut them, they might as well stay shut because you can say goodbye to the family and food. Soon, it'll be ok for them to close.
Flash and you've missed it. You're eyes squint, are tired, yet don't want to sleep and have got only joy behind them. Ready to share your stories to the new eyes of the world that look up to you. It all ends, with our eyes shut.
YOU ARE READING
Our Many Fears
شِعر1st Place Poetry Winner in Freedom Awards. Five short poems that express fears that connect people.
