Look at me,
breathe.
open your eyes.
Listen.
To your thoughts,
your fears.
Bestowed by time and faith
brought forth by family
it is the tie that connects us
To hope
to tradition.
The clear sight
keeps me safe from harm
and ties me to others
a tie to our shared past.
For it is not a curse
it is a gift.
Feeling the happiness
pain
and intentions
of others.
It reminds me that I'm still alive.
That I can feel happiness
and freedom
I am alive.
