Not All is Glass...

You look at my face,

Into my eyes,

And you simply smile,

And look away.

Is that all there is…

To your love?

To your care?

To your affection?

Is that all there is... ?

Do you see nothing?

Are you that blind?

Do you not see the pain that haunts these eyes?

Do you not see the tears that linger just beneath the surface?

Do you not hear the sigh that echoes throughout my existence?

Do you not see the bruises that weaken my soul?

Do you not see how life has tried me, tortured me?

Do you not see how time has broken me?

Oh, but how could you?

How could you when those eyes were only meant to see through glass?

How could you when those hands were only meant to break through glass?

How could you when that mind can only think as far as the vision can go?

But here is a piece of wisdom, my friend.

Not all things in life are made of glass as clear as the purest water.

& not all wounds does time heal.