I look at my reflection
I look terrified
Emerald eyes impossibly large and deep
On a watermark face
Those eyes churn like a restless sea
They could drown me
There is much hidden
Below the surface of those green waters
I refuse to jump because I can’t swim
If I am too terrified
To dive under the surface
Of my own eyes….
Why would I expect
Anyone else to?
I turn away from my reflection
I don’t much like mirrors.

B.J.H.
09-27-2013

they say eyes are the window to the soul..