My Eyes

~ Chelsea Lynn

When he told me he fell in love with my eyes,

I remembered

I was ten

And

Before I knew he chose his death

My grandmother,

Who never spoke of him, said:

“You have his almond-shaped eyes.”

And

More than twenty years later,

At the end of her life she asked,

“Why did my true love leave me?”

I looked at her with his eyes

And

Said the only thing I could think to say:

“He was suffering.”

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Published by Chelsea Lynn

I am inspired by nature's wisdom and the ordinary miracles that surround us. I believe nature is always communicating to those who will listen, and all people have the ability to tune in and listen. Much of my writing and poetry comes out of the philosophy that the divine inhabits all. My goal as a writer is to empty myself and translate the words and messages I receive to the best of my ability. The most glamorous thing you can do is live the life your heart designs.

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