Poem~ I'am more than IC~
I feel broken, but you cannot
see the raw harsh reality of what we feel. I’m a good pretender I can hid it
well behind my smile, but every now and then a tear make it way out of my eyes
and down my cheeks for you to see. I feel broken, I feet tattered I feel frail I
feel like the world continues spinning, while I stand still.
At
times I wonder what’s the use, its not something I get better from, how else
can I tell you ive spoken loud and clear you hear me speak but you don’t listen
to my words. You think it’s a excuse, how could you possibly think id want this
kind of life, you think it couldn’t be that bad, well WAKE UP it is far worse than you could ever imagine. There
is no reason under heaven id ever have chosen this life for me, I never even want
it on my worst enemy.
All I can do
is what im doing and that is doing the very best I can to live this life, the
life ive been given. I just wish for a moment you would try to understand my
pain, my words, my agony my reality. Our bodies are broken down; there are no
words to express the pain we feel. Our
bodies are broken, but iam STILL ME! My body has changed, but my dreams remain .I
cannot promise that tomorrow will be better day… so please I do not ask for
much. The guilt I feel at times is just too much, it’s unreal, I mean it real,
but its beyond you, unless you’ve cried out tears unless you’ve spent restless nights
in agonizing pain, then you have no clue! My body is tattered, torn and weary
from this road ive been on, but I still do my best to live.
I have people I cherish with every fiber of my being. I want to experience
life and all its beauty it has to offer. BUT IC is part of me, if you love me,
you have to accept what is and what is its not a figment of my imagination its
real and raw and painful and lonely. So whether you have ic or a family member
of friend does… take our hands join this fight alongside us as we stand united
for together even IC does not have the
power to destroy me!~
So beautiful and honest, thank you for that! I feel like people really don't have ANY clue what's its like to be trapped in a body that hates me, with pain that refuses to let me forget it, not even for a minute. Thank you again for articulating what IC feels like to me.
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