If eyes are a window to the soul then can you see the burden on my back?
Can you look into my eyes and see the tears that once resided there?
Can you view my broken form laying in my mind, hidden behind smiles and two word promises?
"I'm fine"
"I'm okay"
Can you with a passing glance see the fears that stop me from dreaming out loud?
Can you visit my soul behind its bars and hear it cry for help?
Can you reach beyond the walls and layers?
Can you see through the jokes and lies?
Can you find the words that'll let you through to my secure heart?
Can you see me? Hear me? Find me? Help me?
Can you save me?
YOU ARE READING
Words I've Kept
PoetryThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
