Pieces Of Glass

When I look into your eyes,
I see the doubt of lingering questions
the strength of our love
and whether it can prevail.

I see the things you’ve been through,
the trail of swept pieces of broken glass,
shining through the dark.

I have both a broom and a dustpan,
and I don’t have a problem
getting on hand and knee.

Sometimes, that is stronger than fear itself
the strength of another to help
get you through the dark.

That is what you taught me
the first time I met you.

I didn’t see your fears
or anything that resembled a troubled past.
I saw your light.

Okay, maybe a hint of glass
but there isn’t a part of me
that is afraid to hold on to you
with everything that I have.

When you look into my eyes,
one of the things I sincerely hope you see
is trust.

Trust to love again.