Those Eyes

Eyes are a window into the soul. The narcissist’s eyes are cold and masked with a forced sparkle until they rage with all the darkness of a black hole. I find myself avoiding eye contact, for the most part, as a defense mechanism. If I am in a situation where I must interact with strangers, I make it short and sweet with no opportunity for fostering a relationship of any kind. Shielding myself in this way creates a little bubble of safety around me, which I am all too comfortable with.

Then there are those eyes whose gaze I struggle to tear myself away from. I’m drawn to large, light-colored eyes and find myself searching them for truth. Eyes that hold nothing back and open to reveal authenticity, honesty, and beauty are irresistible to me. Combine those eyes with a gentle but confident nature, and I’m in hook, line, and sinker. Your eyes haunt me like a full moon on a warm summer night.

Author: Undeniably Sara

Abuse is an unfortunate reality in this world and is more than physical assault. The invisible trauma we suffer can result in chronic illness, which is a relentless beast gnawing away at the soundness of mind. Education and support from others are vital in the healing journey.

7 thoughts on “Those Eyes”

  1. Strange, as of late I even avoid eye contact with my own family and people I’ve known for years. It’s the instinct to avoid getting close to in turn to shield from getting hurt.

    Strange what emotional injury does to a person. The invisible scars which no one can see…

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    1. We wear our armor for a good reason, and we are exhausted from all the hurt. It is invisible to most, but I’ve noticed I can sometimes see it in other people, and I have to wonder what happened and who hurt them. It also makes me wonder if other people can see it in me.


  2. I think in certain cultures it’s forbidden to make eye contact with certain people. I don’t know the specifics, sorry. But anyway, what I really wanted to say was, I once looked into someone’s eyes on the bus in B.C. and all I could see were their eyes, like they were glowing, and I was filled with so much love that I couldn’t help but smile. I also had to close my eyes because I was shy/embarrassed. I wish I had gotta to know this person.

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    1. I’ve heard that eye contact is viewed differently in some cultures too. I had a similar experience as the one you describe on the bus, and I remember how their eyes seemed to glow. What is that? It’s not scary or intimidating, but like you write, a feeling of love and happiness. It is a wonder.


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