Mirror
As I stood here,
in front of the silent glass,
that holds light like water,
capturing a woman's eyes—
an eyes full of gloom.
I wonder how such a bright soul
could have eyes where rain have lived—
with no storms,
just the steady grief of gray skies.
Unnoticeable
but not Invincible.
Those twin windows of soul,
these silent gazes,
that quiet stare—
they only speak one language.
They long for something deep,
they carry so much within.
This woman does not need help
nor does she ask for it.
What this woman seeks
is permission—
a consent to finally be free,
a consent to be at peace.
