He told me to look into a mirror and write down 10 things I saw there.
Not of the flesh, not of beauty, but the reaction one gets from one's own eyes.
What are the eyes? he asked me
In reply I looked away allowing the words to be ripped from my mouth The windows into the soul

One by one he asked me to look into each person's there, over and over asking if I could trust them.
With a laugh and a hint of sarcasm I don't trust easily
But my heart felt empty and a hug well needed,
to try and heal all those years unheeded.
I look and see his truth, to trust and love without doubt.

Have you ever gazed into your own eyes?
What did you see there,
was it things you knew or secrets you've hidden even from yourself?

Can you look into your own eyes, tell yourself that you are beautiful and mean it?
If the eyes are the windows to the soul what lays behind your shutters.
Oh lover I've been asking myself what you are hiding.
Can I look into the dark centers fading to the storm outside,
find your meaning, what you hide behind?

Can you blink and sweep away the pain hidden there?
Can you hide behind that smile so sweet?
Can you, my sweetheart, cease the flow of rain cascading down my cheeks as I try and walk away?

When will I learn
This question runs through my mind.
what is my worth
I try to find some peace of mind after flinging a towel over my mirror.
For I did not like what I found hidden there.