Opened Eyes
Emptying out what was, everything I thought to be true,
Every opinion, belief, assumption I made to feel better that I used,
I tested the spirits I loved deeply that I solely based upon an idea,
And came to the conclusion that these feelings were fake, they honestly were not real,
I asked the Lord, Why? Why did I try to make the effort to see?,
Was feeling the opposite really lying to myself,
Just a mirage I chose to believe,
Did I want to see the love above all this, above the harsh and cruel truth?,
Did believing they were better than what they really were a coping mechanism I used?,
For some, I believe yes, because my heart was trying to survive,
I did not want to believe that they just didn't care,
I held onto the hope that it really wasn't what it was, underneath the love was there,
I wanted to believe the potential of love can override anything,
But I made the assumption their eyes were like mine, and truly in their hearts they believed,
I always looked past the exterior, even when their actions and words wouldn't meet,
I never saw that as proof of their character, I always searched underneath,
But lately my heart has grown weary, and all I do is cry,
I have kept my distance, and pray every night for God to open my eyes,
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2024
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