Poetry Journal Nov. 2013
Even eyes that hate you
Are worth looking into,
If you seek the truth,
Going deep,
Passed the bitterness
Philosophers tell us
Are gateway to the soul,
This inner being
Protected for so long
Unaffected by harsh brightness
Of sunlight,
Leaving me to ponder always
Who she is, hidden there,
A vulnerable creature
We never see,
Only the tough skins she adopts
To keep hidden in,
Only by looking not the eyes
That hate you can you learn the truth
About yourself,
A mirror rather than a window,
Looking back at me.
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