Can you speak,

without saying a word?

Do you have the power,

not to be heard?

I don’t have to speak,

My eyes speak for me.

Look into them,

and tell me what you see.

I will never have to say,

a word at all.

My strength is mighty,

for a body this small.

My eyes tell a tale,

of pain, sweat and tears.

You can search for it,

but there’s not an ounce of fear.

The only fear you may see,

would be attached to love.

I don’t know why,

but it terrifies me.

To be vulnerable, weak,

a simple release.

One thing I can’t grasp,

my disease.

That’s one emotion,

I can’t allow to be shown.

When I lose sight of that, I run,

for reasons unknown.