Addie

Prophecy Eyes by Addie
My eyes, like twinkling stars.
Unlike my mothers mossy green eyes; my father’s undecided eyes- which change from constantly between grassy green and grizzly brown, or even my little sister’s hazel, like fall eyes. I’ve been blessed with the gift of uniqueness, the power of beauty and destruction.
A blue eye is a true eye,” said by William R. Alger.
Blue is true, just like me.
“Beeeee-autiful, with a tiny twist of lavender,” said my sweet, old, green-eyed grandma.
I stand out from my family.
I maintain the color of the sky on a perfectly clear day, the sparkly pool waves that dance around with the screaming kids during the steamy summer heat, and the color of the blue moon on a winter’s night.
I am. Me.
Not like the twistedness of my daddy, calmness of my mom, or craziness of my little sister, but pure and perfect, like my blue. It holds the power of me, locked deep and far away inside of me. People will stare into my cheer-blue eyes, which cover deep pain and loss and turn it into something beautiful, perhaps doves or stringy pearls.
The windows of the soul.
With my eyes, I hold the power, the power of me, of who I am.
You just gotta learn how to read me.