Haven't done much writing lately as I said earlier,
haven't felt motivated in that particular direction.
I tend t live by the rule
" if you can't say something nice don't say anything"
Doesn't mean I don't hear or see what is going on , just that I choose
to moderate my reactions.
I have missed writing though, and friends have encouraged me to get out of my cave and come play again.
So here is my piece for this weeks
If our eyes are the windows to our souls
Then the eyes of a friend are a mirror.
If I behave badly, they show me the ugliness within.
Yet, if I am feeling worthless, they shine
and highlight the many facets to my being.
Stepping through the eyes of my friend
I can journey into a Wonderland,
where bright colours sparkle with life,
escaping the grey of my own world for
moments of joy.
Through the eyes of my friend I can find myself
when I feel lost, alone and anxious.
They pierce the gloom to light my way.
Through the eyes of my friend I can see the Me
that others see...
Maybe they can teach me
to be a better friend to Me.