The Look on His Face
Location
Looking up, as he looks off into the distance
Seeing a giant I cannot
His eyes stare ahead and not down at me
But I feel them seeing through
All the strength and informality
The facade that's a decade old
He sees my weakness
My frustration
My sadness
My anger
My desire to quit
To surrender, raise the flag as white as his body
So unlike mine, the body that hates me
That fights a battle longer than
Most American wars.
Imperfection
His is perfect, should heavily mock mine
Instead it lifts mine up, so that his eyes lock with mine
I melt, like ice on the first thaw of spring
He cannot - the marble has held for hundreds of years
And it is this he gives to me
His solidity
His rock and sling
His look on his face
My facade, my broken face
Broken heart
Broken will
It all mends, solidifies into marble too
Marble that is magic - can walk away from here
He will stay
His look will never change
It stays in this beautifully simple corridor
His stare piercing others, some more broken than I
He takes our defective marble
Works the same magic his creator did
Just by staring at that invisible giant
I weep
I mend
I solidify
I walk
I take pills, my giant
I live
I walk away from him.
I want to bow before turning
But I know he wants to see me turn
"Go." he says
I steal one more glance
Unable to get enough of my salvation,
The look on his face.