Your mouth can hide behind a smile,
Your voice behind a laugh,
Your scars can hide behind cloth and ignorance,
But how can you disguise your eyes?
Eyes are windows that open up
Directly to one’s soul, and though
Your mouth, your voice, your scars
Can hide,
One cannot disguise the soul.
But what if you tightly shuttered the windows,
And drew the curtains behind?
Would your soul grow cold and dark and shriveled?
Would the glass grow thick with dust and grime?
If someone tried to peek in on your soul
To make sure it was still strong and whole,
Would they notice the difference?
If given the chance, would they open up
The shutters, the curtains, the locks?
Would they throw the windows open wide?
Or would they simply walk away,
And leave the soul
To hide?