The Eyes

What did those eyes speak of?
Hatred,for the life which had made a mockery of her
Rage ,which thrashed her soul like ocean waves in a storm..
Fear , of things known and unknown..
Things that came and were yet to come...

What did those eyes speak of?
Love,pure like the white lilies in spring ..
Faith ,that which had sustained her fighting spirit
Wisdom ,that which the handful of years of life had taught her..
Hope , that lingered on like the soft sunlight at dawn

What did those eyes speak of?
Innocence , like the smile on the face of a newborn
Tears ,which remained mostly unshed
For their only resort would be the coarse covers of a pillow
Never the soothing shoulder of a friend...