The Eyes Have It

Day 13: 

The tracks of life slide through my face like a knife through butter.

Every crease tells a story of the years lived and lost.

Tears now roll in different directions because the landscape has change.

It seems fewer tears roll because life's cruelty numbs the soul.

But the eyes do tell a story...

I once was a girl who loved her kitty,

who loved playing in mud and making mud pies,

who loved big boxes because they became secret worlds,

who loved turning her bike upside down to run grass though the wheel well and pretend I was actually making ice cream.

Then I grew up and allowed events to suck the life out of my eyes.

I sat idly by as if waiting for a bus to offer me a ride to the remainder of my life.

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Then one day I woke up,

finding myself still sitting on that bench at the bus stop,

as several busses sped by, not even slowing to acknowledge my presence.


Today I am thankful for having the option to walk...

the light of life returning to my eyes.

I now know I have the choice to live the 2nd half or just continue to sit and watch life go by.

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