Look

Look into my eyes,
what do you see?
You might see life
but you won’t see me.
Your fingertips caress,
my skin becomes a wall,
you show me off to friends
but you don’t know me at all.

Look up to the roofbeams,
what do you see?
You won’t see God
but you might see me.
My broken body
hanging limp and still,
thought it’d carry me to Jesus,
now I know it never will.

Look at the burning cross,
what do you see?
You won’t see dread
but you might see me.
My charred body
dancing in the flame,
purged of its pride
cleansed of its shame

If I really believed you had faith in all you hear
I’d fill fill you with the truth, show you my fear.
If I truly thought you trusted your eyes
I’d show you sins I have wrought and my rotting underside.

Look into my heart
scabbed but full with pride,
You’ll see shatterings of love
cowed and petrified.
Feeling nothing but its self
faith oozing from its scars
floating in a dark blue sea of
erstwhile toxic memoirs.

Look into my mind,
What do you see?
As you search for some light
you may stumble over me.
Thoughts all are fragments,
ideas soiled in grime yet
it’s the place from whence my soul sings,
where wounds are healed with rhyme.

If I could accept your troth as heartfelt gospel white,
I’d whet your blade, even load your gun and still slumber through the night.
If your eyes could reflect my thoughts and you learned from what you saw,
you’d see, from all that looking, you don’t know me at all.