I usually don't write in English, since my language is Spanish, but I have, so here it goes...
I saw myself in those eyes, and they were sad, angry and hurt
I saw myself in those eyes, and I was incapable of turning my face at the mirror
I was the doctor, not the girl, or at least that's what I intended to be
But I'm the girl, not the doctor
I'm those eyes, not their healer
or maybe I am
the healer of my own eyes
Is it that I needed to see them to look at my own?
am I always gonna see me in hurt eyes?
Is this wound ever gonna stop hurting?
Do I have a hope?
I saw myself in those eyes, and didn't know what to do
save my own?
how can I keep from more being born?
I'm not the doctor, I'm the girl
I'm not the healer
I'm the one who's hurt
But my eyes have seen happiness before, and reflected it
It's not so far away
it's just a matter of looking at my own eyes right now
it's just a matter of healing my wound
and maybe, then,
I'll see those eyes again
and they will be sad, angry and hurt
and I'll be there to heal them
not denying my own wound anymore
but having dealt with it, and made it my own
I just need to love myself again, as much as I deserve to be loved
and then, only then, the wound will heal
and my eyes will no longer be afraid
(Grondy removed one of Negra's poems, which being presented in non-English, did not conform to P-T's standards.)nn[Edited on 28/8/2003 by Grondmaster]