It's funny how a blind man could see the beauty of the world,
And you could merely glimpse the surface.
— S.Kenny
Glass
You were like glass, so transparent, so easily shattered.
Beautiful like crystal and when light shone through you it created spectrums.
You couldn’t hide any of your emotions, anyone could see through you, and when they broke you, your shards cut anyone who came near.
Your edges were no longer smooth, they were sharp, and you were dangerous.
—S.Kenny
Are you tone deaf or do you just ignore the sadness that’s heard in my voice?
– S.Kenny
Saltwater
Maybe you never intended to hurt me, just like how the waves never meant to crash against the cliff.
And like the waves you slowly wore me down, the cliff turned to sand and I was left numb.
I felt nothing but saltwater on my wounds.
—S.Kenny
Darling, you always live in your dreams, no wonder this world depresses you.
—S.Kenny
I poured you all of my love but you let it spill through your fingers.
—S.Kenny
Conquered
I’ve overthrown my emotions
and conquered my feelings,
now I sit on the throne, a heartless ruler.
And I slay all, with the weapon you left in my back.
— S.Kenny
Unfamiliar
There was something different about you, something I couldn’t quite place.
But when you walked out on me I realised, it was closeness,
I felt lonely there beside you.
— S.Kenny
Scars
These marks are evidence of a past in which I have conquered.
— S.Kenny
Blindness
It was like putting on glasses for the very first time.
The little things, they were always there but went unnoticed.
Until for the first time I could see, I could see the beauty in everything.
In the different shades of gray in the individual stones on the path I crossed everyday, I could now see the textures in the blades of grass and how they sparkled with dew when the sunlight glistened through it. And I never noticed the ridges and creases of the bark on the trees in my drive, unique and incredible like a fingerprint.
I could finally see the colours, vibrant and greater, like they suddenly didn’t blend together.
That was what it was like seeing you now, like I put glasses on for the very first time.
It was the little things that were always there, how you tilt your head, pressing your lips together when you recalled a memory, and in the way your eyes ignite with enthusiasm when you talk about your passions. Or the way your eyes crinkled at the edges when you smiled or laughed.
You had always observed the world and appreciated it and as I watched you now,
I finally noticed.
For the first time I could see.
—S.Kenny