April 3

The Opening Eye

The opening eye

I close my eyes so we might see
the one I’ve always ignored.
They wait there still for us to be
and for our sight to be restored.

Peeling back my lips
exposing muscle, veins and skull,
now over shoulders, chest, and hips
we shed, and now we’ll mull.

Layers of armor, useless now,
we will abandon here!
For they weigh us down
and it is time for “I” to disappear.

Shrugging off these suits of me
a tedious process, yes.
But when we’re done we all shall see
through these eyes that we possess.


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Posted April 3, 2020 by Charlotte in category "All of Charlotte's Poetry

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