Soul's Cry
In the depths of her eyes,
I found a world untold,
Secrets swirling like eddies.
In a river of gold.
Eyes, they say, are windows.
To the soul's inner lore,
And as I gazed into hers,
I felt my own heart soar.
At first, I saw happiness,
Hope sparkling bright and clear,
But soon, the light dimmed,
As shadows drew near.
Her eyes, once full of life,
Now held a darker truth,
A story of pain and strife,
Hidden in her youth.
Tears etched lines of sorrow,
Scars marked her fragile frame,
And in her eyes, I saw.
The weight of untold shame.
I watched her story unfold,
A tale of broken dreams,
Of innocence lost,
In life's relentless streams.
She fought battles unseen,
Her soul a battlefield,
Struggling to find peace.
Amidst wounds never healed.
In her eyes, I glimpsed.
The depths of her despair,
A darkness consuming her,
Leaving her soul laid bare.
As I stood witness to her pain,
I questioned why I dared.
To peer into her soul,
To uncover secrets bared.
But in the end, I realized.
The truth that lay within:
The girl whose eyes I gazed into
Was a reflection of my own sin.
For the darkness I saw in her eyes
Was a mirror to my own strife,
And in her final breath, I knew.
The girl whose soul I saw was me, my life.
Copyright © Rosetta Bailey | Year Posted 2024
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