Eyes, Windows to the Soul

Posted: April 14, 2016 in Uncategorized

mindlovemisery Tale Weaver #61 – Departure.
“Think what the word means to you and weave your tale in accordance with your own ideas of what departure conjures for you.”

 

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I looked into your eyes,
eyes that revealed
a depth of intellect,
revealed your confidence,
your quirky humor,
eyes that met life
head on, eager, dynamic.
How can that be so
quickly extinguished?
Like a candle
like the music
like a plant
dying of thirst.
I look into your eyes
no flame burns bright,
no drummer plays
to a different beat,
wilted, dry, curling
into yourself.
I look into your
eyes but no one’s
there.

A diagnosis of Schizophrenia, strong antipsychotic drugs, and finally suicide. Death is not the only way to lose yourself.

 

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Comments
  1. I feel I know this story Debi. My heart goes out to you. You are so right there are other ways to lose yourself.

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  2. great lines Debi, so powerful 👍

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  3. “wilted, dry, curling
    into yourself.”

    such a complete departure with these devastating words

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  4. julespaige says:

    Normal aging, dementia, Alzheimer’s…these are other ways too.
    Some of those memories are hard to forget – especially when currently living with folks in those realms. May we all arrive at memories a better, loving and peaceful variety.

    Hugs, Jules.

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