My writing

Windows to the Soul

Some may say that eyes

Are like the windows into someone.

Visible are the thoughts and lies,

The fears that they share with none.

For what the eyes cannot hide,

Lies waiting there to be found.

Around and around like a ride,

All these things come unwound.

Eyes are the clearest glass

Showing a glimpse into ones past.

You can see everything but alas,

The images, they do not last,

The windows are slammed shut

And you'll never know what

Has caused the pain that continues

Hiding behind the windows.

Jody C.

4/14/16