I look into her eyes and immediately, I see who she is, in her entirety, reckless and fearful, driven and beaten, sweet and bittersweet…
I see that she is strong, yet fragile, and keeps that fragility under wraps,
as the world will gobble her up, and she will disappear…
I see that she feels guilt, for another time, in another persona, and harbors secrets known only to her, and the boogeyman…
I see that she is deep into a longtime longing, for that which she can no
longer articulate, but there’s something in those eyes…
I see that she sometimes drinks too much, deep purple shadows a dead
giveaway for all the wine put away, the night before…
I see that she has dreams that she knows in her heart of hearts will never
come true, but she holds on, stubbornly and willfully…
I see that she is fighting time, staving off the inevitable, raging inside that everything comes so late, if at all…
No matter. We’ve seen enough. For now.
Sherry, Wow factor indeed. The eyes tell the stories that words cannot tell.
That’s so kind, Larry. Thank you.
Wow beautifully scribed. So much can be revealed through one’s eye’s as they are the window to the soul. I love this creates so much imagery.
I really enjoyed writing it, so thank you, Eva Marie!