Through Your Eyes

What do you see when you look at me?

I know that to your eyes I appear differently

When others look at me, they see trouble

But when you look, you see straight through to my soul

You see past the facade of toughness

Right into the gentleness of my heart

You see only the good in me

Determinedly blind to all that is truly bad

Proclaimed, proudly, to one and all, that I am tender

and worthy

And, against all odds, you make me believe it too

Terri Lyn Stanfield

6/13/2001