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Monday, January 30, 2012
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Open eyes look in to my soul
I try to run from those honest open eyes
But only end up running to the eyes of death
And they don’t just look but they
Tear and rip open the
Secrets of my soul
Running I slip, and I trip over
The spilled secrets that flow from my
wounds as blood from a wound
as I crash to the
ground my tears flow and
mix with the ruined secrets
but as I glance up I see once again
the honest open eyes looking down
sadly at my ruined state
as I look into
those eyes I bow my head in shame,
but instead of a lecture I feel an arm go around me,
I feel the power of his kind, open and honest soul
And looking back up I see his smile
And his eyes hide no secrets only
A tale a story
Of the pain he suffered so long ago,
So that I would not have to suffer completely alone
Staring in his eyes and feeling his arm around me to help
me, to support me
I get to my feet and slowly, so slowly
I gain my own balance,
my wounds close and leave nasty scares that in time go away,
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but only after my long journey of traveling up and up the
mountain to
a place of peace
a place of love
and a place of acceptance. . .
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© January 30,2012
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