When you look into my soul,
and I know you do because
I can feel you there,
what is it you see?
I like to believe that there is
something beyond the darkness
I’ve been feeling for a few years now.
I like to believe I go deeper than that;
I am multidimensional.
Perhaps you see my passion,
surrounded by persistence and loyalty.
Perhaps you see the youth
that my playful heart feeds off.
Perhaps you see soft, gentle colors
that depict all the kindness
I have to offer to others.
Or maybe you see the abundance
of love and compassion that I am
just dying to share with the world.
What is in my soul?
What do you see?
Is there hope for me yet?
Or has the darkness smoothered my light?