Her smile lifts her lips in all the expected places, her laughter chimes harmony at appropriate pauses. But her eyes – her eyes are empty windows, unshuttered channels to the brokenness within, where the lights are never on, and no one is ever home.
Her smile lifts her lips in all
the expected places, her
laughter chimes harmony at
appropriate pauses. But
her eyes – her eyes are empty
windows, unshuttered channels
to the brokenness within,
where the lights are never on,
and no one is ever home.
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Aww; that one is so sad.
Isn’t it? It’s just what I saw, in those windows. I was there once – but have healed so much. I see new things now – and can leave those broken windows behind. I would love to be able to reach out to those who are still stuck there, to offer them some hope…
I am sure you do that. Next we need some bright sparkly clean windows, from which we can clearly see and be seen….oops, who has those. Not me 😀
Haha! Not me either. Are you pressured to grab a squeegie?? 😉
Never! But I did remember to wash my glasses this morning, so I can see the world a little better now ( which is not altogether good, because now I can really see how dirty are the windows!)
Ignorance can be bliss indeed. I can’t complain – I was moaning last week about how much I had to do, and how dirty the windows were – and hubby grabbed a ladder and started in on them himself. Lucky girl I am, no?? 🙂
Wow; impressive! You are lucky.
I am blessed indeed…
Yep, 3 years for me. Grateful the memories are only ashes now.
The lights are finally on. Isn’t that a wonderful gift?
Such depth to this poem, Melody. What a gift to assemble the right words!
Thanks so much. I sure enjoy the process!
Melody, how beautifully sad she sounds. I love them both; this is a nicely matched photo and poem.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks Wendy!!
Powerfully sad but real.
I’ve seen it myself! And what a great image to exemplify the idea, with those gaping windows…
Agreed
I believe that poetry and the arts can touch some who are so hurting that normal channels of communication don’t work. An image, a poem, a dance, a song, can touch a hurting person who’s heart is shutterend. Thanks for your dedication to your work and putting it out there. Blessings.
Wow. Thanks, Pam – I am truly blessed by your words. I believe them with my whole heart – I just forget sometimes that they also apply to me. 😉
I know what you mean – me, too. Let’s keep the faith, ok?
Pinky swear? 🙂 Maybe we could be in a reminder club?
done!
ALWAYS awed by your viewpoint and vision ~ However, I didn’t feel or see any sadness rather, this conjectured for me, the blessing of having eyes to see the trajectory of God’s beauties ~ My sister was in a room for 17 years, bedridden & attached to a huge respirator that wouldn’t allow her to go outside. I’d have given anything to get her a sky roof! A pair of eyes that could see through walls! I love your writing ~Faithfully Debbie
Wow. What a significant shift in perspective you have given me here. I feel thankful to be learning from you!
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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