eSketches

Eyes that saw me in the darkest night…

Eyes that looked into mine
Straight into my heart and all that was buried inside
Eyes that saw the fine line
between my strength and weakness, shame and pride

Eyes that saw me in the streets
Begging for change and all the terrible things that I did
Eyes that saw my dumpster-sheets
That I bled, cried and slept on as a troubled street kid

Eyes that saw me on my knees
When everyone else spat on me and acted blind
Eyes that read my lips saying please
When everyone else acted deaf and never looked behind

Eyes that saw me lost in a maze
In a labyrinth of struggles, chaos, drugs, guns and bullets
Eyes that saw my darkest days
The days when I robbed to eat and smoked “weed” to the fullest

Eyes that saw tears I constantly cried
My pain, sorrows, sufferings and all that came with it
Eyes that saw me when I almost died
When I slit my wrist and threw myself head-down in a pit

…are the only eyes that shone me light
- Edwin Onyango