When,I ask,will someone have his eyes again?
The eyes that saw past the mess I call me,and see the beauty i truly posses.
I could never see it so clearly.
For my vision has been blurred by years of abuse and harsh self-critisism.
But he saw it.
A spark,he said,that lit up his whole exsistence.
That made his world a little brighter.
A world,that he said,had been dark for much too long.
So now I wonder, will any man ever see me with those eyes again?
And how can I show someone what I myself cannot see?

Amber 5-05-05