Humbly giving everything and taking nothing.
Under foot, in the way, but never trying to be.
Never good enough for myself, no matter what.
Tired and lethargic, moving slowly.
Energetic and hyper, but only for a moment.
Ridiculously strange, but trying to be normal.
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:
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