You; Through My Eyes

You; Through My Eyes



If you could see you through my eyes,

You would see the morning sun that defies all odds,

One that rises from behind the high mountains,

And smiles down at the almost gloomy earth.

One that puts the songs into the birds’ mouths,

That gives strength to their wings.

You would see a sun that brings hope and joy,

One that renews strength and will,

One that repaints the broken pieces in a new way,

One that breathes life into a soulless empty canvas,

That allows the pain to engulf you,

But slowly takes it away when it threatens to overstay.

You would see the midday sun that crushes you into pieces,

That loses you in a maze,

Traps you in a web,

And spins you like a roller coaster that life is.


But you would also see the orange-yellow ball that is the evening sun;





You would see a sun that says goodbyes with kisses,

One that kisses the ocean just at the right levels;

A gentle peck on the forehead.

And a second-long deep tongue.

You would see a sun that rekindles the fire within you,

Pats you on the back,

Smiles in your face,

And gives you hope for a better tomorrow.


If you could see you through my eyes,

You would see the perfect morning dew,

You would see its reflections against your bedroom window;

Cold on the surface,

But a warm bubble on the inside.

You would drown in ecstasy the moment your feet touch the grass,

You would look touch but not feel,

Hear but not listen,

Look but not see.

You would find yourself in the freshness of the morning earth,

You would embrace yourself as you dazzle at your reflection in the mirror.

You would be so much more,

In such little time.


If you could see you through me,

You would see the first drops of rain as they touch the parched earth,

You would drown in the petrichor;

A dejavu moment.

You would crave the soil that softens so easily at the touch of rainfall,

You would yearn for a softer heart,

Even though tough on the outside.

You would listen as the raindrops kiss the roof,

You would listen to your voice amidst the thunder,

You would scream so loud your lungs would ache.

You would cry in the rain and let go of everything,

You would reach out,

Probably to me,

In the heavy downpour at your doorstep.

You would let go of the ache,






If you could see you through my eyes,

You would see you.




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Meet Eunniah Mbabazi
Eunniah Mbabazi is an Electrical and Electronic Engineer with a deep passion for books and literature. She has authored Breaking Down (a collection of short stories), If My Bones Could Speak (a poetry collection), The Unbirthed Souls (a collection of short stories), and My Heart Sings, Sometimes (a poetry collection). She has also co-authored Kas Kazi (a novel) and When a Stranger Called (an anthology of short stories).

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