She fell to her knees before me. <br />Her head down like a pathetic wolf. <br />The stain of a tear on the floor. <br />Lifting her head with vile anger; <br />'Why'. <br /> <br />The sunlight hardly poked through the ceiling holes, <br />But the desert encroached with tiny sand bits. <br />Rows of tattered pews, some smashed. <br />An altar, the ceiling hole naturally the largest above it. <br />Boring colors, turned brown by time. <br />Eroded by moisture fluctuations. <br /> <br />She still knelt there, sobbing <br />As if I was the God to answer her question. <br /> <br />Within moments I had turned, <br />Headed towards the double doors, <br />One smashed and hanging sideways <br />On a soul remaining hinge. <br /> <br />I heard her stumble behind me. <br />Heard her trip, mumble. <br />Her foot hit the ground with force, <br />Grabbing my arm; <br />She only looked at me in the eyes. <br /> <br />But <br />It was like I could feel her. <br />Her pulse rang through my ears, <br />The strength and power, <br />Her energy in my own hands. <br />Such brilliance, as I saw the colors, <br />The colors she created, <br />I had never seen. <br />The way purple took hold of green, <br />And danced across the floor and up the wall, <br />To the sun, <br />I grabbed her hand and ran outside. <br />She glowed as the blues and pinks <br />Enveloped the sand, <br />Like nothing I had ever seen. <br /> <br />Then it vanished. <br />My hand hit my own side with a thud. <br />She stared at me <br />With the same expression I had always had. <br />Even though right now <br />For the very first time, <br />I was only smiling.<br /><br />Emily Beck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-see-what-you-see/
