Like Messiah, a holder
Of truth and sight
Behind broken windows
Of souls the eyes she has
Conveyed more than her
Tongue ever has tired.
Another person seeking
Happiness expecting to find
It disguised.
Why?
Always seek and never
Find what lies only
Within
Through out.
We are caterpillars that
Seldom realize to change
Into
Butterflies.
Byron Headrick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-messiah/
