these eyes

If eyes could tell a story, what would mine read?

Would the lines lead to roads of pain

my bags

the backpack of needs unmet

A slight smile to indicate that life can be okay.

Is this what it looks like to be halfway healed?

let it read the story of my father

mine eyes in which i have inherited

the genes that fit so well.

let it read the story of my mother

make you pause before you read further

the details there to reflect.