My Eyes Poem by Rachel Harris

These brown eyes of mine
Are dancing when I smile
You would never guess
They feel like weeping all the while
My eyes are looking-holes
Into my heart’s deepest feeling
I want to help others
But it is I who need the healing
As the people round me speak
I rarely look into their eye
I fear what they will think
If they know I need to cry
Perhaps they’d try to comfort me
Asking me gently, “Why? ”
I don’t think I’d have the heart to tell
Nor the heart to lie
I live within a body I cannot love
I have a soul I hate
I love my friends with a will
Sheltering in the warmth they create
Hearing their laughter and seeing their smiles
To my heart is glorious wealth
When I live and love for them
I cannot think of myself
To those who this read, feel not pity
I do not ask that you sympathize
For laughing and loving and living for others
Brings joy back into my eyes