When knowing becomes a sin A secret kept within And the hushes in the wind Question my eyes to see
The fear of those to know my name It creeps and crawls beneath my veins And threatens my judgment Of things I simply cannot see
My friend, my foe To me I'll never know All this pain I've self induced This habit I can't break loose
Tell me I am wrong And sing me that song Remind me I am my worst opponent, Request my eyes to see.
A world full of mirrors Yet still ashamed to say, I am scared of me An image I may gainΒ Β
But listen my darling, The only eyes on you, is the reflection Of what you choose, Choose to be
The sooner you learn That your eyes control you That the mirror is the sin, Not your many buried within
Forget to see Then you'll really begin To notice me, Me and all my insecurities
But your kindness stretches farther than the horizon Kissing the ocean goodnight Only to rise in the morning That is your ever giving light
It has been told That the eye is the window to the soul And the way you see others Gives away the tears buried deep, beneath, that hole
This poem is about looking past yourself and seeing the good. Whether that be in nature, people or even yourself. I have noticed that the happiest people are always looking outward and the most miserable are always looking inward; kind of interesting. Anyways, I hope those who read this enjoy it!