What is a disability?
Who declares you are disabled? Him, Her, Them? From your Head to your toes The unrighteous wars Limbs ripped torso stripped to ribbons In deserts and marsh lands The bottle or a pill to fill the void From the cradle to the grave The Pampers to the Depends Nubs from loose hubs “Take my strange hand!” Singing like a free bird That’s locked in an eagle These all come to mind when I think of disability. But for every disability I feel likes the ability to overcome things that hold us back. The ability to build character, strength, hope The key word ABILITY
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her heart is guarded, her tongue is shy, her love is broken-- his heart is rough edged, his tongue at times wily, his love is out spoken-- “he doesn’t know why!” “she hasn’t the slightest!” she pours her feelings onto the page.-- with every letter reading is their life’s voyage.-- behind the pen she’ll find a way.-- time and again he is taken away.-- his words are moving opening doors… she not sure they’ve been opened before.-- their love truly hand woven abstract like Salvador’s he’s sure will endure with the rest of time to explore.-- they fell in love on paper, the pen carved the way.-- enough to be a bookkeeper penmanship like sword play.-- now they’ll walk down the aisle.-- together their vows are deeply internal.-- and have a beautiful babe. <3 who would of thought this. I don’t speak, Not one peep. What I convey I say with Only my eyes With my gaze Deep it cuts I don’t speak, Not one peep. Pivot of body, Should turned cold Disappointment filled within Makes you sad. I don’t speak, Not one peep. Wave of hand Brushes you off Annoyed we both feel. I don’t speak Not one peep. I just stare, You start crying. I don’t speak, Not one peep. Silence can hurt! I don’t speak, Not one peep. What I convey In my smile Contiguous it is, Warms your heart, Brings many hugs! I don’t speak, Not one peep. Pep in step, lightens the mood, inviting your presents, brings you joy. I don’t speak, not one peep. Peace sign up, cherished moments passed Connected we feel. I don’t speak Not one peep. I just watch you do too. I don’t speak, not one peep. Silence can speak! It’s hard sometimes, to distinguish the various tones and sound of the human language, mainly used to communicate, express thoughts, share feelings. Until lately-i feel it’s more used With underlining hate, intention to maim. Still… i choose to use an emphasis of love, inspiring, like the first flight of a freed dove. It has entwined my roots, allowed me to grow like a great tree, helped me to establish that which is me. From one ear to the next it can sound so different; Understanding can paint a picture so vibrant. I reached out and feel
soft, hard, cold, wet, warm to burly hot. With them, I’ve been known to heal. With one of them I would be not. They help me to appreciate and love life. Take what’s upstairs and creases it into the physical plane. All for the sake of keeping me sane. Covered in scars, you moved in time lined with small rivers of blood, you crock there staring distastefully at me. Donned with inseparable digits with two that are midgets. You help me keep a hold on this life. |
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