~Poem~" Our Eyes"



Hello readers. This poem speaks; what every IC patient has felt, at one time or another. When those in our lives cannot empathize or understand our pain and where we are coming from. I hope you find encouragement from this piece I wrote and you can relate to the deep meaning behind these words.
              Look at me look into these eyes. They are the window to my soul. My eyes tell my story.
       What do you see when you look into tired eyes of mine? Look close, can you see? Look at these eyes; they have cried so many nights alone and afraid, afraid to show their face, afraid to take off this mask. We have felt tattered, torn, and completely worn.
     At times, you turn away, you turn from my heartfelt need, my need of someone willing to stay, to not turn and walk away.
       We sit alone, up all night, you may think this only happens on occasion, but this is my normal. Come close, I need you.  Please read between the lines, even if I say I do not, I do. This is not how I choose to be.
    There are times I try to be strong, its then I need you more than ever.I need you to stretch out your arms and embrace me with your love, not even words, but your presence, your support and your love.I don’t need you to back away. I don’t need you to be afraid of my pain.
   I cant seem to understand who so many turn and run, while others play the blame game .I ask you this, how can you blame someone for something they can’t not control. I do the best I can, why can’t it be good enough for you.
   I need you now, look at me, look deep into my  eyes, search into the depths of my inner soul. Can you feel that heartbeat, it beats like yours. You have hopes and you have dreams, so do I and we both cry tears with our eyes, am I any different than you? Can you for one moment take a step out of your own world to see me through my eyes and not yours?
   These eyes have seen a lot, these eyes have felt a lot of pain, this disease is a daily struggle of pain, and when you or anyone cant show me love, that’s just more fuel, to my inner turmoil. Im still ME! I need you to be present in the here and the now! To pull up a chair to hear the simple words im here and I care.im listening I’m not going anywhere.
   Do not let my pain a build a wall of distance between us! I’m giving you a bridge to cross, here is my hand, if you refuse, its your loss. I’m not wasting another moment or beg you. I deserve happiness and I deserve tranquility in my life, if you cnat bring anything good to me and just trying to tear me down, then I care enough about myself to move past the negativity, but if you care if you are willing to work at it, then so am I!
 Help me find my way!i don’t want this IC to take away the best part of me.im stronger than that. Look at these eyes; they have cried night after night! The pain they have been through, we see things for what they are, not always the way we hope them to be. Love me for me!
Love me  through my pain, even if you do not understand. Or where im coming from, love me anyways! Just look into these eyes of mine, they are the window to my inner soul, if you look hard enough, you will see me for me!

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