Searching Eyes
Questioning all corners of the room
in split seconds
brows which aspire
to the heights of the forehead
darting cool and some what
unsure fingers
examining the air around her
reassuring her doubtful mind
of the truth of her existence
seeing herself in the mirrors of others minds
she rarely believes her own
accepting her existence as a reflection
the haze rarely clears
the mirror is a glass
and her soul is bare
does she know that she is her own
for real.

Jannet Woititz
Adult Children of Alcoholics