Kind Eyes

I kiss the light, bathed in love.

I am exhausted and defeated,
 unable to deny my tragedies
  were my own concoction;
it was me who held my nose
 as I imbibed its bitterness.

Faith stands, still unblemished,
 present to life, vulnerable to wholesomeness,
 permissive of its good nature.

She smiles as I let go of fear
 to hold the hand that was always there.