Eyes, misty jasper,
A misty sun over mire.
Scars as uneven as the broken metro tracks,
But like tracks they lead to somewhere,
Running parallel to a scarred heart.
Paws and a broken tail that bleed,
The scent of sorrow and happiness,
Mingling on a grey pelt, ledger of fear and anger
And fought-for hopes wrote red on skin.
Eyes, the misty jasper, the misty sun,
That look away and back, and away again.
Eyes as round as a wheel, a marble, a life,
Perfect in all its scars and self-smote red,
Perfect in all its imperfections, perfect,
Because two broken parts can make a whole,
Broken parts like cracked ice
Merging in the frost of winter, broken, but
Perfect, and sad and fearful, and hopeful
And finding peace, finally finding peace.