Look right through me
It’s quite a sight.
Bury yourself in the darkness of my soul,
Squint into my light.
These lines, they keep appearing
Bright eyes will surely fade,
Yet this fragile heart that exists inside
Is certain to remain.
See beneath the outside
Not what they all might see,
For what they see it will not last
It’s not the real me.
Share my pain, acknowledge my faults,
Forgive all my mistakes.
My former self a memory
Its remnants I forsake.
When you touch me, sense my fears,
Wrap me up in your embrace.
Take me broken, bruised, yet healed
And love me anyway.
~ Patti Crowley