In these hazel eyes is the hope, the hope and will to survive and thrive through the life I have. This life I have is one that many wish, a life of freedom and carelessness. But I feel trapped. Trapped in my own negativity, these shadows show in my hazel eyes. Consuming color and shine, I haven't been like I used to, all happy and divine in my faith. My faith for life is fading, like the paint on my 16 year old Camry. Wheres the love, tell me now, before I speak, I shut my mouth, knowing now that what I’ve said, has broken hearts, and made blood shed.
This is my story in poetic form
my life
It was once shattered
But now
Its becoming whole once more