Wishing

When I think of my eyes, I think of the color brown

Not the beautiful canvases that are the key to my soul.

I do not think of the lightning strikes all around,

I only can think of my childhood goal.

I hated my eyes when I was a child

So common and unassuming

But what lurked beneath was something wild

And truly showed how I was unique.

My eyes are brown, yes, this is true,

But I have flecks of greens that often appear.

The green only shows when I don’t know what to do

It really only shows when my eyes are red from tears.

The brown itself isn’t alone

There are different shades mixed in.

I see the different tones

And know there is more within.

Yes, my eyes are brown and though I often wished they weren’t

There was hidden beauty lurking beneath the surface.

See blue and green don’t show a color that cannot be burnt

And I know that they are not what I truly wished.

I wished to love myself as I fully was

I wished for happiness that never was.

But wishing never changes what’s always been

Wishing only proves what was there within.