It is in the eyes
The eyes are where I see
The formation of what strikes me now
As vulnerability
I suppose I could say
That the whole body language
The entire persona reflects
What I see, both within, also behind the eyes
Yet it is the vulnerability
Of the soon to be decisive
It is the bathing in that place
From which the strength to act will build
Just as hate is fuelled by love
Then so the vulnerable
Are able to grow, to explode
To allow themselves to find life
Just as pulling back the catapult
Gives energy to the missile
Then so having been confined
Gives extra force to the eventual release
