Sewn My Eyes

Veronica Vejar Sponser: Regina McIntosh The One Who Touched My Heart Poetry Contests 13 September 2021 Sewn My Eyes Fingertips numb and air slows my pulse, life seems to be never-ending screams and sulk in shades of obsidian. My feet tremble as I dared to face the hidden beasts lurking and trailing around my existence. Breath staggerly repeats, lungs congested with mistreatment. The touch of his face petrified every nerve in my body. I couldn't trust his charm, But yet he was oddly warm. Unlike the fires that have burnt my skin to bone. His touch caring, and his heart drowned out the shrieks from my tone. He was understanding... He: unlike the hasty mind, slowly on his chest I lied. Soon began to carefully sew my eyes. I had seen all of my past perish into a vague dream. I noticed that my flesh was treated and the world had gone silent... He heard only me. My words meant something to him... I became something because of him. How could one so afraid and chained become so loved when unclaimed and mercifully praised? What have I deserved... Nothing. Yet he returns, with smiles brightly and I feel free He transformed me divinely into worthy parts. And divided our hearts. Now we will never be torn against the fearful strife. No matter what life impersonates.