What do you see?A Poem by DustyA little piece on what I think people see when they look at me and my uncertainity of whether they can see through my walls at the little voice that lies within.Look into my eyes Are they crystal, smooth and grey? Are they deep, like a clear sky at midday? Are they brown, like the deep, trodden ground? Are they green, like the sunlight rippling through the breathing leaves? Are they gold, like the shining hair atop an Aerian's head? They are all muddled together, like a murky swamp to hide what lies at the bottom of the pool.
Now look past the color, but keep it in your mind. Look deep, at the story hidden inside. In the watery depths of my porcelein gaze, gaze down, see through the maze. Am I hurt, nothing but a victim who will never heal? Am I lonely, feeling the world's judgement on my head? Am I overwhelmed, supporting the world on quivering shoulders? Am I stone, emotionless from always being so alone?
Now look past that first step, there is more to me than one simple layer. Look deeper, at the memories within. Can you see the hurt, the childhood dimmed? Now walk past, turn the corner, and you will find no dead end. This is the last and final layer, this is who I am. What do you see? Do you see strength, as weighty as an Iron ore? Do you see courage, fierce as the lion's roar? Because you are seeing my charade. This is the glory of my parade.
But huddled in the middle, hidden by the large figments around it, is the true words of my heart. They do not shout, sing, or scream. But with these words, I cannot go wrong. Hear the gentle, airy whisper, saying,
"I will stay strong."
© 2010 DustyAuthor's Note
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Added on March 6, 2010Last Updated on March 6, 2010 AuthorDustyCrown Point, INAboutHey everyone! My name is Aly. I am 15 years old and live with my mother and brother in a house with our 7 pets. We have two cats -Matti and Amber, a dog- Skunky, a hedgehog- Harley, a hermit crab -Aug.. more..Writing
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