Please include this if you would like, ad me!
You don't know me, I'm just a face in the crowd, Someday you might understand
me, I look just like you. Your sister, your mother, your friend. Today my
face might be twisted, tear stained, and sad. Today I might not smile, I
might not hear, I might not stand. Today, I live by today, When I first open
my eyes, I get a glimpse of what today may bring. Am I curled up in a ball,
lying in, my own silent dream. Am I able to make it to the tub, to relax, to
get rid of the screams? IF i make it to the kitchen, to eat, to take my
meds, maybe I can kiss my kids without a tear in my eye from the stabs, and
the strain. Heading to work, I pray they won't see through me, Did my eyes
clear up I have to look ok. If I leave today, there is sure to be rumors but
how can I stay if the pain pounds like drummers. I've lost myself somewhere
in the stabbing, the jabbing, and the throbbing. Somewhere in there was
laughing, and running, and busy fun filled days. Where did they go, look
what is left behind, A shell of a person, I'm hollow inside? If I look
through my pain and stand outside of myself. I could tell you of good times
and happy no doubt. But they are clouded now, by doctors, and tears. My
story's no different from many you'll find here. Someday my wish if for all
to know, the struggles we face, every day as they grow..... Adhesions are
part of us, but not who we are. Please see past our pain, and look into our
hearts. For we are Mothers, and sisters, and friends to all. But to us
we're just looking to make it tomorrow.
Kris Ann