Blind Eyes

The blind eyes are tired and weak. The blackness blocks the soul and the heart weeps. The little things most important of all are too small for some to see....and for others no time is taken. There is a deep need for the box of glass to be shattered. We need peace of mind. The past is like a chain around the throat for those who live in fear...fear of love...fear of forgiveness..and fear of looking in the mirror. You must let it be break and walk up straight and be who you were meant to be....broken from the chains and alive again. That decision must be made to stand tall and make the right choice...and when you fall get up again. We don't know what's best for us only him who speaks, it is our choice to listen. Someone once told me that I hide behind love. In a sense, that is absolutely right. Although, I am not hiding. He is hiding me. And, yes He is love. So this means, I am in him. And by this, I am surrounded by Love. What would this mean? Everything. While many don't see the little yet vast important details. The little meaningless things are consuming everything. This life is gone in a blink and when you arrive after this life...what will you find? That you spent most of your time doing? When all the while you were loved and turned your face...in what seemed like a moment and you blink. That moment has become forever.....