There is a kindness in my eyes that gets drowned out. Until I can reclaim healthy, reclaim sanity, reclaim all of the bits that have been tarnished and taken away by work and my brother and last year’s indiscretions…
Until I reclaim, people will overlook that kindness, will take it for granted, will abuse me with a pat on the back.
There is kindness in my actions today: I took duty from someone who seemed really stressed out, someone who gave me hope and a kind hand last Friday with the student story (when I was feeling especially abused). This was not repaying the debt, but an attempt to reclaim the kindness that I know is in the world, is in my world and is in my eyes.
There is a kindness in my eyes.