WHEN I LOOK AT YOU

When I look at you

I see the woman I could become

I see the laughter lines, I see the bright smile

I see the twinkle in those eyes, the smooth walk

I see those hands, soft, graceful,

I look at you, and I see the woman I want to be

When I look at you

I see what I want you to see

I see what I want you to notice

I see your beauty, your grace, your loveliness

I see your eyes, free of shadows, free of pain

I see the love, radiating from your face

When you look at me

You see a woman, broken and bent

You see someone, who has lost the will to live

You see a person, stiff from sitting for twenty one years

You see this woman, who aches to be whole again

You see a cripple, staring at you in envy

When you look at me

You feel what I feel, broken inside

You come up, and you look into my eyes,

You stare into them, and then you understand

You look up at the blue sky, and you laugh

You listen to those waves, pounding, and you grin

You turn around and run into the water, gracefully

You turn back, and you smile

Comments

Stuffed Goofy! said…
Rehana!!!
1) I miss you- rather your madness & profundity.
2) Are you JUST blogging? Are you doing major Freelance? Girl! You're going to go places :)
3)Great to see frequent posts- please keep them coming and inspire lesser beings like uhmm - Lax!!
4)Come to India girl, we'll start our Youth Magazine. :)
5)Your words- they are so fluid, yet stays still in the mind.
YOU ROCK!
God bless :)
January 21, 2008 at 5:10 PM
Rehana said…
hey babe... thanks!
Lol.. still working.. how's your blog goin.. bout the youth mag.. u come down here an we'll see.. seems the market here is bigger!
January 21, 2008 at 10:41 PM
Rachael said…
This post is absolutely awesome,did I say I'm totally lovin it.

Thanks for the recent comment,and yes I am new to blogging but I must say I love it,It's a way to get things off my chest,I see your from Kenya,I have several Indian friends here in Oklahoma who are from Kenya,I 've always wanted to visit Kenya and take a safari its a childhood dream of mine,I someday Lord willing will,when my kids are little bigger and can join my husband and I.
January 22, 2008 at 1:28 PM
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