Those Eyes

I look in the mirror and see a pair of eyes that seem to swallow the world. They are alive, alert, inquisitive. But they carry a slight sadness. A sadness that has seen too much of death. There is a longing in those eyes - I can see that they look straight through me, right into eternity. Those eyes are set on something no other man can see...

And then I'm brought back to the sadness. I smile - I try to make them happy. They stay fixed, calm, and alert. Those eyes aren't smiling. I know what visions torment them. I know what disturbs their peace. It is difficult to live with the promise of incredible joy just over the horizon; I know it's there, but there is no evidence to reassure me. It is more difficult to know that the torments I suffer hold the keys to that joy.

How I wish this was over. Yet I know it must continue. I know there is only one way to change this world. I know there is only one way to move mountains. Sometimes I'd like someone to run this race with. Sometimes I want to share those secret pains that will never be written down. Writing them down would be trapping my soul on the bits of this screen.