Thursday, September 1, 2011

Repairing Your Sight


You tear me apart bit by bit
The words you say are like a knife to my heart
Even though you don’t know it
But you do, with every painful memory
That you hold on to like a security blanket.
If I could make you see
Remove the darkness from your eyes
I could show you so much more
But I know that you don’t want to see
You are afraid of what is there
Afraid that your world
Will be shattered in a moment
By the reality which surrounds you.
I cannot repair the broken mirror
In which you view your true self
I cannot repair you
But you are not beyond repair
You are more than you know
If you could only see
But you have to remove
The blindfold yourself.

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