Seeing ~ “One of the deepest longings of the human soul is to be seen.” ~ John ODonohue See me. Look at me. You already have you say.... a hundred times you say.... Then tell me, what color do my eyes turn when I am sad, when I am angry? Does the rising color in my cheeks offend you? Can you see me? Can I matter? Or like marching ants along a sidewalk will you step over me... past me with nothing to hold your interest nothing stirring you to look once, twice. A mere chain of identical segments but not a single one with a name. Nobody you recognize. See me, look at me. At me, at the woman, not an 8 x 10 flat photo dusted once a week. Not the girl in your minds eye that you were introduced to long ago in a noisy room, who filled a checklist of necessary qualifications so efficiently that no further research was required. File closed. You never invited me to swim into the deep end with you, floating in the shallow was sufficient and there were many other interests to be explored and machinations to tinker with that were more intriguing than this face. See me, see into me... and let me look back long and unguarded. Let me drink my fill I have been thirsty for so long... Let me blow a kiss, like a dandelion wish, floating across our shared breath and we could inhale together; that first taste of possibilities, that subtle perfume of nascent trust. See me, sun full on my face and hair unpinned and windwild nothing standing between your eyes and mine. Im scared... but I will hold very still and give you time to pause and perhaps stay a while. See me, seeing you. ©jayetomas2014
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 10:50:39 +0000
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