Searching for Self
By design
We have freedom
To seek the comfort of Happiness
With strength of Goodness
And power of Love
We travel the road seeking
Belief in something, anything
Trusting our instincts
Unleashing creative selves
We strive for
Comfort between Hope and Knowledge
Unfolding motives
Accepting ourselves
Understanding others
We release Yesterday
Have a vision of Tomorrow
Bask in the glow of Today
Having found our path to
Authenticity
I’ve Been Labeled
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Look at me, I’m disabled
Right away, I’ve been labeled
Why must you only see
That I have a disability?
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Remember I’m a person too
With hopes and dreams just like you
Please be kind in our dealings
Keep in mind, I have feelings
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Through the struggles I have known
Understanding and compassion have grown
My creativity’s been enhanced
Into writing I have danced
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I’ve been given opportunity
To view life differently
A part of my life, disability
Happens to be my reality
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The Brown Recliner
houses my body
way too many
hours a day.
Does it tire of the pressure
of me sitting on it?
Does it, like me
long for freedom
to come and go at will
for pleasure or purpose?
Having worn arms
covered by a blanket
in stale air.
Does it care that
existence is limited
to a small corner
of the world?
Unaware breeze blowing.
Lilac bushes
fragrantly sweet
seen only through panes.
Unable to touch, smell
the outdoors, to feel
sunshine or bitter cold.
To be exposed to variety,
spice, in this thyme of life.
Will it someday crumble
beneath my weight?
Too much togetherness
not good for either of us.
Will it wear out,
tired of conformity to
circumstances imposed?
Longing for
a different outlook
instead of the same walls.
Or is it satisfied
with the status quo
sitting hour after hour
with the same view?
Is it aware of its usefulness,
or does it ponder a life lost,
unexplored, while
brown and shabby.
Left indoors, forgotten
except by me?
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