He looks at me
with
his heart.
He sees me.
He hears me.
I feel me
as I
become
waves of
emotion.
Sadness
washes over me
only to reveal
fossilized layers
of anger
and
rehearsed hardness.
I see my soft fragility
reflected in his eyes;
a mirror
through which
years of
hidden sorrow
drip
slowly
into
today.
~Rena Hatch Spring 2003
