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Through Her Eyes (A Secret House Poem)
Monster.
Lost cause.
Why bother?
That's what people would say.
When I'd walk by them on the street.
They'd advert their eyes, look the other way.
They knew me, knew who I was, knew my name.
It was why they kept away.
But one person, dark black hair and sparkling blue eyes.
Saw past all my faults, and made me see what I could be, through her eyes.
Her eyes are special they can see what's not there.
Or what's not so easily seen.
The wonderful woman, with the bright blue eyes.
This wonder woman looking through a camera's lense.
Capturing memories, images, moments in an instant.
Smiling her famous smile, the smile that's fooled millions.
Hidden secrets, stolen promises, and broken hearts for ages.
This woman is my teacher, she's a kindred spirit and friend to me as well.
She sees past the bad things that have made up who I am for so long, I didn't know I could be something good as well.
But she's gotten me to see pass the black and white lenses that I'd been seeing the world through.
She brought color into my life and with it she gave me a heart.
In return, I gave her hope to be something more than she thought she could be.
But in reality, I could never give her anything in return to equal the kindness, understanding and generosity that she has given me.
I didn't think I was much of anything, I was just a jerk with a chip on his shoulder.
But now I understand that I can be more, I can be someone, I can be better.
Thanks to her, seeing something that I didn't know was there.
Something inside me that nobody else bothered to tell me I could be.
She got past the bad things, the whispered words that followed me.
And she saw me for me.
And now thanks to this woman.
With her dark black hair and sparkling blue eyes.
That I've learned to get past what other people saw in me.
And see the parts of me that she can see.
I removed the lense.
Put down the camera.
And for once I opened my real eyes.
Not the artistic ones that I've been hiding behind.
And for the first time, in a long while.
I hold my head up high and I can see myself.
And I am not a monster, a lost cause, or a "Why bother?"
I can see myself, for the first time, in a long time.
And it's all because I looked through her eyes.
*This poem was inspired by my character Mason Pierce in my book series, The Secret House Saga. This poem reflects his relationship with his mentor and photography teacher, Raina Taylors and how she gives him confidence and teaches him not be afraid of people judging him based on his past or what he's done.
Lost cause.
Why bother?
That's what people would say.
When I'd walk by them on the street.
They'd advert their eyes, look the other way.
They knew me, knew who I was, knew my name.
It was why they kept away.
But one person, dark black hair and sparkling blue eyes.
Saw past all my faults, and made me see what I could be, through her eyes.
Her eyes are special they can see what's not there.
Or what's not so easily seen.
The wonderful woman, with the bright blue eyes.
This wonder woman looking through a camera's lense.
Capturing memories, images, moments in an instant.
Smiling her famous smile, the smile that's fooled millions.
Hidden secrets, stolen promises, and broken hearts for ages.
This woman is my teacher, she's a kindred spirit and friend to me as well.
She sees past the bad things that have made up who I am for so long, I didn't know I could be something good as well.
But she's gotten me to see pass the black and white lenses that I'd been seeing the world through.
She brought color into my life and with it she gave me a heart.
In return, I gave her hope to be something more than she thought she could be.
But in reality, I could never give her anything in return to equal the kindness, understanding and generosity that she has given me.
I didn't think I was much of anything, I was just a jerk with a chip on his shoulder.
But now I understand that I can be more, I can be someone, I can be better.
Thanks to her, seeing something that I didn't know was there.
Something inside me that nobody else bothered to tell me I could be.
She got past the bad things, the whispered words that followed me.
And she saw me for me.
And now thanks to this woman.
With her dark black hair and sparkling blue eyes.
That I've learned to get past what other people saw in me.
And see the parts of me that she can see.
I removed the lense.
Put down the camera.
And for once I opened my real eyes.
Not the artistic ones that I've been hiding behind.
And for the first time, in a long while.
I hold my head up high and I can see myself.
And I am not a monster, a lost cause, or a "Why bother?"
I can see myself, for the first time, in a long time.
And it's all because I looked through her eyes.
*This poem was inspired by my character Mason Pierce in my book series, The Secret House Saga. This poem reflects his relationship with his mentor and photography teacher, Raina Taylors and how she gives him confidence and teaches him not be afraid of people judging him based on his past or what he's done.
Published 22nd Feb 2014
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