your eyes are like clear blue bodies of water, undisturbed,
the kinds that are like a sheets of glass, untouched and safe
reflecting the beauty of the sky with precision.
the kind of water that people love to disturb,
to wade out waist deep, fingertips dragging along the surface,
causing ripples amongst the calm.
when dirt gets kicked up and the water gets a little cloudy,
it remains beautiful, a safe haven,
because even when the water reflects the lightning instead of the sun,
it does not retreat or become a mirror of the horror it reflects.
your eyes are like clear blue bodies of water,
reflecting both the pureness of the mind that hides behind them
and the strength it takes to be able to fall down and rise up again,
against all odds.