Through the Looking Glass
Thanks to poetry
I’ve looked through the eyes of many
My mother
My father
My lovers
My sexual predator
My dogs
My friends
My foes
And all of them have changed me for the better
When looking through my mothers eyes all I see is hope and love
Feelings that her daughter has carved out the biggest pumpkin of the bunch and is going to win that jack o lantern contest
This shows me that I should always be looking for the good in life and radiate positivity rather than pain
My fathers’ eyes are those of determination
He sees a child that has fought her way to the top and is still climbing
This teaches me to always push myself to be the best me I can be, strive for the best, and not to settle on what’s just comfortable
My lovers
The very few
look at me with awe
At how someone so young could make such great strides after listening to her deep scars
It reminds me that on my bad days things will get better
Now here’s the tough one
It’s hard to say that I’ve learned from something so horrible, but I have
What I see in the eyes of my sexual predator is that I’m his prey
When I’m near him I feel malaise in my bones
But after years of thinking it over, he’s taught me to be careful in all aspects of life and not to trust everyone that crosses my path
He’s also taught me that no matter what, I’m stronger than I think I am
What I see through the eyes of my dogs when they need comfort during a thunderstorm is admiration
I’ve learned from them that there is always someone who needs help and I’m going to make it my life’s mission to be that person
My friends eyes see my goofy and flamboyant side
This has taught me that when I think I’m a burden on people around me, I can sometimes be their light around the bend
And finally my foes
I try not to make too many enemy’s and I tend to give people second and third chances but there are some truly horrible people out there
They see me as a victim
But I’ve learned through all of these people and experiences throughout my life that that is one thing I’m not
I’m brave
I’m strong
And I’m alive
And that’s all that matters
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