Haiku: Summer Flowers

The sorrow I know

Is like no other.

It is too deep

Too raw

Too real.

And as I stand here

Within its everlasting clutches

I find little bursts of hope.

And these little burst of light

falling...

 a good day

 fun and silly

 almost happy

 then the whispers

falling...

 I laugh and run

 with gay abandon

 chasing dreams

Author's (long) Note:

Why is it that when you have a disability, that's all people see?

Kids my age: