The Day I Closed My Eyes and Moved Again by Vera Hokke

I remember noticing it first
When other lives were going forward
But mine seemed to stand still
Others went on as I stood unmoving
In front of my mirror
And as the others tried to pull me
Tugging at me to move among them
I just stood there pulling at every bit
Of skin that I didn’t want

Others were taken by the hurricane of life
But I stood on the side, the storm blocked
By my very own self-built wall of vacillations

But after many years of looking into the eye
Of the stranger in my mirror
I found that the distorted picture I saw
Wasn’t formed on the glass in front of me
I closed my eyes for the first time
And the picture remained unbroken

The day I closed my eyes, I shook my head
I shook my head until every wrongly placed piece of this puzzle
That made me was scattered
So I could pick them piece by piece off the ground
The day I closed my eyes I rebuilt the puzzle
And this time I made sure that all the pieces fitted together
The day I closed my eyes, I found out that the problem lay inside of me
The day I closed my eyes, I took a step into the eye of the storm
And I let life carry me on.

 

 

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