Windows To The Soul

Some say the eyes are windows to the soul. I look through mine, behind the grey and blue and green, into the world of the unseen.

I see a child before the years. Quietly determined to prove people wrong. A stubborn force, it shouts 'you cant keep me down, Im too strong'.

The words bounce around empty chambers, tombs plundered by those years. But that voice is is still there, hiding in shadows, behind fears.

I just have to find him again.