Heterochromia

One eye is blue, the other green;

Sometimes I wonder if that’s all they’ve seen.

“You have beautiful eyes,” they say.

I guess I should be grateful, but I’m not okay.

Heavy tears, they fall daily,

Red lava swamps land and sea,

I try hard to hide my pain,

To appear happy and free.

Like a blue drifting iceberg,

Secreting its bulk below,

If they bothered to query,

Or I risked letting them know.

They ask me how I’m doing.

Deception again, “I’m fine.”

I shouldn’t make it awkward;

Rose tinted glasses applied.

We all seek a connection -

Want that compass needle shift,

The wonder of a rainbow -

It’s fleeting presence, a gift.

Azure sky and verdant trees,

Calm winds with no storms revealed,

One day I’ll be brave enough,

Today, I remain concealed.