Windows

I have heard that eyes are the windows to the soul.
If that is the case I am certain mine are closed or clouded.
At times it feels as though my soul must be dark or bleak.

Then I see the sun or my child's smile and all is bright again.
Its amazing how the one spin of the Earth's axis can change prespectives.
The new day dawns and those windows are open and clean once more.

But you, you have looked into my eyes and into my heart.
How is it that you have not seen the dark despair that reigns within?
You have been there, held me and yet you didn't see?

How could you miss the tattered remains of the child's soul?
A child so strong and independent but so blissfully unaware.
Innocence stolen and the promises of what could have been gone.

She's still there you know ~ the child with the tattered soul.
If you look into my eyes you will see her reaching out for your hand.
She's always by the windows hoping someone will see her.

A vigil she has walked for many years inside by those windows.
The windows to my very tattered soul ~ at times so dark and bleak.
Innocence shattered and promise stolen but still within.

Look into my eyes and see her, reach out to her.
Promise her you will protect her and hold her forever more.
No more pain will she face alone and unsure.

Tell her its okay to hurt, to cry and to want to be held.
Swear that she can trust you and you will not fail her.
Be there for her when she needs to see you, hear you.

Take her in your arms and hold on tight even if she tries to go.
For in her eyes is the pain you see when you look into mine.
Her eyes are the true windows to my soul.