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
Inspire me
To push at the sorrow
A little bit more.
With each day
I feel a little bit
Less weak.
Not stronger
But perhaps
A little bit less weak.
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:
Her hair,
Long and brown,
With that hint of red.
Her eyes,
Blue and bright,
With that touch of green.
Her style,
Bubbly and pink,
With all that glitter.
This is the Autumn
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