The Eyes Have It

Joan of Arc and The Holy War

Yesterday 

My eyes, reservoirs of data

Tears of zeros and ones

Guards pressed against the door

Beyond which the terror lies

What did I see, that first time

The sudden retreat to the frozen little girl 

Eating the dust of her shadow?

I don’t know

The many acts of my story

Play out seeing and not seeing

Being seen and not being seen

In this play of infinite acts

Paying homage to the eyes that have it

All the flooding memories of times unseen

The memories flood me now

Driving down a city street

An explosion of blood flooding my Right Eye

“I see you”, he had said

How can I escape?

So many years to heal the tempest inside

Demons on the left of me and harpies on the right

Mirrored in myself and reflected from others

I couldn’t escape and fought on

Always fists up warding off, deflecting the blows

I was Joan of Arc fighting the inner holy war

And now, I am here

Willing and waiting to be seen

A victory of finally friends