light

I look down at my daughter, who is amusing herself in the wonderment of my belt buckle. In her rocking chair all she wants to do is get out. To escape the ties that bind her. I look at her darling little face stare up at me with hope, hunger and light. Yet i look in the mirror and see none of it. What i do see i loathe. There is no love, no feeling, just desolation and hopelessness. and endless tunnel of nothing, leading to a heart that's gone cold. And i don't know where it began or how or when. all i know is that these days the only time i see myself is in the bathroom mirror, and i can't even stand to look myself in the eyes. all it brings is tears. sadness that seems to have hijacked my whole being. But then i look in my daughters eyes and her light fills me, and it's not so bad anymore.