pocket poem Archives - Wording Well

I have something special for you today. It’s something I wrote many years ago, under horrible circumstances. Because today is Poem in Your Pocket Day, I felt like it was time to unveil my favorite poem.

Because I have it memorized, I carry this poem with me everywhere, at all times.

I’ve shared it with many people in my life, and now I’m finally ready to share it with the world.

I hope you like it.

If you are a female, please read the first version. If you are a male, please read the second version.

In One’s Eyes (READ IF YOU ARE FEMALE)

As I search into her eyes, I see loneliness and fears.
Her face seems so empty, except for those few tears.

These tears keep on flowing, more and more from her eyes;
she makes no sound at all, only distant, muffled cries.

She wants to express her feelings, on many a different thing,
but she feels that if she does, only more loneliness it would bring.

She wishes that she had a friend into whom she can confide;
an understanding, caring person who would always be by her side.

But instead, she has no one; no one to turn to in time of need.
She feels like she is trapped, and would very much like to be freed.

As I search deeper and deeper, I see more clearly into her eyes,
because, now, the tears have stopped, and no longer are her cries.

They have disappeared, although not completely, for they continue deep down inside,
but she now feels strong enough to regain her sense of pride.

But again her feelings weaken her and, again, I see a familiar tear.
She seems so far away from me, but yet, she seems so near.

I extend my hand to comfort her; I know I’m reaching in the right direction;
but all I feel is the flatness of the mirror, because I am staring into my own reflection.

In One’s Eyes (READ IF YOU ARE MALE)

As I search into his eyes, I see loneliness and fears.
His face seems so empty, except for those few tears.

These tears keep on flowing, more and more from his eyes;
he makes no sound at all, only distant, muffled cries.

He wants to express his feelings, on many a different thing,
but he feels that if he does, only more loneliness it would bring.

He wishes that he had a friend into whom he can confide;
an understanding, caring person who would always be by his side.

But instead, he has no one; no one to turn to in time of need.
He feels like he is trapped, and would very much like to be freed.

As I search deeper and deeper, I see more clearly into his eyes,
because, now, the tears have stopped, and no longer are his cries.

They have disappeared, although not completely, for they continue deep down inside,
but he now feels strong enough to regain his sense of pride.

But again his feelings weaken him and, again, I see a familiar tear.
He seems so far away from me, but yet, he seems so near.

I extend my hand to comfort him; I know I’m reaching in the right direction;
but all I feel is the flatness of the mirror, because I am staring into my own reflection.