The Look on His Face

Looking up, as he looks off into the distance
 Seeing a giant I cannot
 His eyes stare ahead and not down at me But I feel them seeing through All the strength and informality
 The facade that's a decade old He sees my weakness
 My frustration
 My sadness
 My anger
 My desire to quit
 To surrender, raise the flag as white as his body So unlike mine, the body that hates me
 That fights a battle longer than
 Most American wars.
 Imperfection
 His is perfect, should heavily mock mine Instead it lifts mine up, so that his eyes lock with mine I melt, like ice on the first thaw of spring
 He cannot - the marble has held for hundreds of years
 And it is this he gives to me
 His solidity
 His rock and sling
 His look on his face My facade, my broken face
 Broken heart
 Broken will
 It all mends, solidifies into marble too
 Marble that is magic - can walk away from here
 He will stay His look will never change
 It stays in this beautifully simple corridor
 His stare piercing others, some more broken than I
 He takes our defective marble
 Works the same magic his creator did
 Just by staring at that invisible giant I weep
 I mend
 I solidify
 I walk
 I take pills, my giant
 I live I walk away from him.
 I want to bow before turning
 But I know he wants to see me turn
 "Go." he says
 I steal one more glance
 Unable to get enough of my salvation, The look on his face.