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.
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
Powerfully sad but real.
I’ve seen it myself! And what a great image to exemplify the idea, with those gaping windows…
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?
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!