The Deaf and Dumb Eyes I Carry

They say eyes are the most expressive part of the body but mine refuse that role. I call them my deaf and dumb eyes, silent witnesses that never betray a thought. The only language they know is tears whether born of joy, sorrow or even a sudden chill. Beyond that, they are still, unchanged and untouched by whatever storm or sunshine passes through me.

If I were to place them in my house, they would be a window kept shut. Behind it, life moves restlessly but nothing slips outside. The world insists that eyes are mirrors but mine are curtains, heavy and drawn. Perhaps it isn’t their silence at all, perhaps it is my own hand keeping them closed.