They say the eyes are the window to the soul,
and when you look into mine what do you see?
Do you see the emptiness that lingers from the past?
Or the scars of not being worthy in someone else’s eyes?
When I look in the mirror, I see empty lifeless eyes,
that used to be so bright and full of love.
I’ve been beaten down, torn and picked apart,
but I continue to get back up to fight another day.
There are moments I long to change the past,
wishing for a do over, to change the mistakes I’ve created.
To avoid the choices that left me feeling less than best,
when searching for something in all the wrong places.
There are days the ugly gets to me, and I let it win.
My heart hurts deep, and the tears just flow.
There are days I go through the motions,
not really living, not really feeling, just completely numb.
I am a fighter and I will get up over and over.
I will learn from my past mistakes and know my worth.
I will look in the mirror and I will see my soul shining bright
through these beautiful emerald eyes that sparkle when I smile.