My Eyes Are Like Windows

When I was I younger

My father taught me this trick

Surround yourself with imaginary mirrors

May the harmful gaze of others, bounce right off

~

When I was younger

I’d get too affected by others

By movies, books, and shows

By the intensity in the household

~

When I was younger

I’d walk into a room and feel like

The whole space imploded and I

Was to take every hit of shard to heart

~

When I was younger

My father told me to

Build a reflecting dome around myself

So that bad things wouldn’t touch me

~

When I was younger

I took things to heart too much

As I’m older

I’m trying not to take things to heart so much

~

But I am all open doors

Taintless, windows

Dinner set on the table for every stranger

Never shying away from a chance of connection

~

This poem was written for a poetry prompt session that I did with Melissa Ingoldsby! This was a very interesting and vague prompt, but it was cool to see what we made of it. Her poem is linked here, enjoy!