Behind Her Eyes

by Chris Rodriguez   Mar 27, 2008


(In Heroic Pentameter)

She woke one early December morning
From a Utopian dream that's sinking
She tries so hard to tell herself it's real
To finally take the wheel and steer
School is a choke hold and from the get-go
She plays the conceited role to stay low
Emotions bottled behind bright blue eyes
But she knows not to let life pass her by
Knowing full well of the islands she sees
She says "My greatest fear will rescue me"
The unforgivable things that he's done
With more time passing hurts more than the sun
"It's burning out the better parts of me"
Don't admit how I wanted it to be
Beneath the skin of a crowded hallway
Lies a pain deep inside she'll never say
She walks not knowing how to look deeper
Not knowing how to become her own keeper
He walks up to her in a dazing phase
She doesn't want to hear what he will say
No one will ever prey on her weakness
Trying so hard to keep out of darkness
Learning to be her own light and keeper
When everything else is gone; be deeper
It is the fight thats raging inside us
the demons inside she tries to suppress
Her beauty is the fight we all must face
The struggle that fills the world with some grace
She said" you are starting to get my point"
To be always fighting with aching joints
To her it's the only thing that makes sense
To just forget all of this present tense
The music outside seems to be calling
And all the things that she has been stalling
Do not compare to what she's doing now
It's not the question of what but only how
And the singing of a familiar voice
Tries to enlighten her life's only choice
To start again to be with something new
It's hard but it is something she must do
And in the end she can finally say
She can be strong at the end of the day
It's something that someone should tell her
A decision that makes her much brighter
If the sky's going to fall; let it be
That's the important thing you taught to me

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ed or Ian Henderson

    I've come across your work as a result of joining a new club. And I'm a little shocked no one has commented on this poem before. It's a strong write, and makes for a determined read. It's rich with nice rhyme schemes, flows beautifully, and demonstrates an ability to tell an emotional tale with sincerity.

    Just one thing:

    "She tries so hard to tell herself it's real
    To finally take the wheel and steer"

    I find this doesn't really suit the rest of the poem, mainly due to rhyme scheme. I read it again as this:

    "She tries so hard to tell herself it's real
    To finally grasp and steer life's wheel"

    I know it's my own sentiments changing that line, but I just thought I'd share.

    You are a very creative and entertaining writer.