They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Maybe it’s true, maybe it isn’t.
But it’s true there are some that all you can see is the fractured glass on the verge of shattering.
Looking into their eyes, you see what cannot fully be given a voice: fear, anxiety, pain, sadness…and so much more.
You may not know the cause of each, but a part of you, the darker part of you responds to it. Like recognizes like.
These people appear to fascinate those around them even as they scare them. For many of them are still a kaleidoscope of color more beautiful than words.
They burst with feeling and passion and fight every day whether seen or unseen to live in the moment. To ignore themselves for the sake of others and to survive.
It’s almost a dance between two parts of a whole person. The side that longs to give in and shut down. And the side that pushes to succeed and thrive.
And each time the pressure intensifies they feel as if they will break or they cannot sustain any more damage.
But the cracks fill up with light and color after a time if they allow it. Their strength increases. And they become more:
More than any mere words could ever describe. They are simply more than the most vivid imagination could picture or what any mother dreams for her child.
They are a survivor. And you may think what do they have to survive? Their life doesn’t seem that difficult. But everyone has their demons and everyone has suffered loss in some form.
Some more than others this is true. And each loss, whatever it may be, shapes a person. Their character, their personality, their ability to give and receive love. And they are more because of it.