My eyes tell a story of pain and sadness
of a childhood too quickly passed through.
They tell a story of self torture and doubt
of wild curiosity
and a passion left behind because reality set in.
Jumping between reality and my imagination
the memories burned into my mind.
I remember a lot.
The tiniest details.
Felling chills up my spine.
What I wore and how I felt,
but it’s not all the time.
Chunks of time I don’t remember
Chunks of time I’d rather forget.
Quietly lurking in the corner
is the glitter and sparkle that make me smile.
The warm embraces,
a sense of safety in my own skin.
Cherished moments in my heart.
My eyes tell a story that lead into my soul
but most of the time you don’t see it
because I’m hiding behind my wall.