musingsonwomenshealth.com

I’m looking for a place to rest my eyes-
Some place safe;
Some place they will not be swept away
If they land too hard,
Or accused of trespass
If they stay too long.
They always attract attention though,
Like a face peeking
From behind a curtain,
Or lights coming on
In a previously unknown room.
They can be a curse,
My eyes,
And yet without them,
I would be alone
In the darkened room
With only my mind to watch.