I love my eyes

A post in The Well Woman Network this morning asked the question

"Let's tell each other what you love about yourself physically"

This was my response:

I love my eyes

I've always loved their blue

And I love them even more

Now they can only see what's true

They no longer see the flaws

Imperfections and doubts

No longer catch reflections

In windows when I'm out

My eyes reduced vision

Has blessed me with such peace

Removed vanity from my day

And given me release

I didn't mean to write a poem, I just started writing and it happened.

I no longer "see" the way most people do, but I see so much more clearly the true beauty in everyone. I never cared about other people's appearances anyway (though I was convinced everyone criticised me endlessly) but now I truly see the beautiful that is the essence of people.

Talking about eyes reminds me of this poem I wrote last week about the other senses which came to the fore when I could no longer see fully..

Eyes of darkness

Soul of clarity

Ears of truth

Touch of love

Voice of blessing

I'm the proof