Through Hazel Eyes

Her fierceness makes the weak cower and intimidates the strong. Some would say she’s the harshness of winter and the brutality of summer—a ferocious warrior.

But you don’t know her.

Her armor was designed to conceal any pain. She was fortified through navigating a life alone. Her mind saying, You can’t be afraid. Don’t let them see your pain.

But I see it in her hazel eyes.

You were never alone. We were always there, fighting battles in our minds to make our escape. It changed us—made us board up our walls and lock our doors. But I see you. I always have—the loneliness you must have felt as you held back your armored tears.

Sister, I hope you know the beauty of winter and the adventure of summer that radiate through your bones. I hope you know that you are so much more than just a warrior.

You are a force in the chaos,

A voice in the void,

A light in the dark.

You are beauty and love—

A sister I hold so dear.

Oh sister, shed your armor.

We will still, always be here.