Tuesday, August 08, 2006

I remember...

I used to do a lot of things. I knew myself pretty well and I liked who I was; who I was becoming. These days, as hard as I try, I can hardly recognize the girl that keeps looking back at me from her spot in the mirror. I wonder where she sent the real me and I wonder where she came from? How has she managed to last so long and how much longer is she planning to stay? I wonder if other people see her when they look at me? I didn’t recognize her at first; I looked without a second thought, without looking twice. Now I see her…her body is the same and even her smile but oh, those eyes are hers and when I look into them I see someone who is not me. I miss my eyes…I miss the joy that was their occupant. I miss the compassion they conveyed to others. I miss the portal to my heart…when it was soft and vulnerable. I remember the power my eyes held, to see into the souls of others, to feel what other people feel, and to love regardless of what they saw. I remember my eyes…maybe if I look at hers (that girl in the mirror) she will remember them too.