Eyes glistening with compassion,
Ears willing to listen to the voice that's not even speaking
Hands guiding a balanced transition from the dark back to the light
Something I am supposedly returning to but simply don't remember
Eyes squinting to understand
Ears perked to grab hold of a nonexistent whisper
Hands outreached to offer an unwelcomed embrace
A strange new world is unfolding and I don't think I like it
Eyes closing
Ears shut with fleeting interest
Hands shoved in pockets trying to self preserve
Something wicked is unfolding before my wide-open eyes
Eyes are glaring
Ears are bleeding
Hands are connected to folded arms across their chests
They are stupid humans- they lost esteem from a slow reception
Their loss is my gain
I despised the prying eyes
The pathetically wanting ears
The crass, wrinkled hands grabbing at straws
I will be alone now to return to the darkness...
A place where my eyes, my ears, and my hands feel at home.