Through a deep fog, I see her. She seems to always be happy, always smiling, so ready to be everything to everyone. Always seems to be there when needed. Confessor to all, confidant to none. She sits at her desk, phone to her ear, and I began to notice that her smile slips, like she's forgotten to keeps it's fervent grip. Something is not quite right, so I look into her eyes and there, I began to uncover all her lies. Her eyes show a dark house, and it's a miserable place. "What is this?", I wonder.... and with a blink, she takes me deeper. I fly past rooms filled with broken spirits and dreams... there is a room where a little girl is crying... then she looks at me and screams. Then she blinks... and I see her in another room. She is huddled on the floor in the corner. Her chest burns with the pain of unshed tears because crying is a relief she cannot afford. She is desolate,poor, ill of spirit. Looking her eyes I see the mistrust, depression, and the pain... it seems to float like a cloak around her like a cloak.. completely covering her.. never letting go. She is existing in a place not of her own choosing. She has become an instrument of circumstance, wanting to please others, happiness becomes happenstance. Her cries are silent, no one cares to love her, not to give back to her, the way she has loved...... and it hurts, that knowledge.. that pain. I know this all in the space of her blink... Suddenly she turns and look at me, and I see that beneath her cloak of pain.. she is wasting away, so thin you can almost see through her. She begs me with silent cries, and orbs that are engorgoed with misery to help her.. to take her out of this semi-self imposed hell... Then she blinks... and she picks up the remains of her half smile, puts down the phone, and looks at me, as one tear slowly rolls down her still smiling face.... But her eyes, they are still begging for help, for a release from that prison... Then she blinks... and I am staring into the smooth, clear surface that I have only begun to understand is a looking glass........ into me. |