Heather Z. Hanna

Rookie (California)

My Eyes - Poem by Heather Z. Hanna

My eyes do not focus....
For there is nothing to see
In front of me.
What I am seeing is internal,
A memory,
A thought spoken,
A dream,
A floating memory,
A visual presence in my mind
and Hope carries it through
To my mind
and Doubt throw it's veil across my eyes
To try and hide the truth of what I see inside.
Cast off! Be gone!
My vision is good.
Is correct.
Is right.
Is all I need to see.
Is the truth
Of my eyes


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011

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