Open Wound
My eyes
they are the window
to my very soul
And I always wondered
what they said
about me
about my actions?
Am I kind?
or am I
the monster
I see in the mirror
every morning?
Is my soul
a thing of beauty?
Or is it tired
and bitter?
Because the eyes
they can tell so much
everything if you look closely enough.
Happiness
Sadness
Fear
and so many emotions
betrayed by the eyes
A kindness emanates
from the lady of the lake
domination and rage
from the woman dressed in black
An open wound
asking to be sterilized.
Eyes can show you the world
if you know where to look.
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AmaraTheWarrior
Hello, my name is Anne-Marie. Welcome to my profile. I like to think of myself as a writer and advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses. Part of me struggles with my faith on a daily basis because of my sexual orientation. So a lot of my poetry is about coping with that and my health on a day-to-day basis. I don't define myself with my sexual orientation or my health struggles but they are a part of me; there's no denying that. I love to write dark science fiction about dystopic futuristic landscapes. I like to write strong female leads with a lot of emotion and feeling to them. I truly live, breathe, and enjoy writing. Thank you for reading this
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