Disability: it doesn't define me, but it doesn't leave me.
It leaves me dependent, frustrated and baffled.
It leaves me awestruck.
It forces ugly truths down your throat.
It leaves for a broken, battered soul.
The roller coaster ride
The swinging pendulum
You keep me rocking.
Manage expectations
Manage life
Manage nothing
Dream big
Or not at all
Middle ground
What is that?
Yet God pushes me from
The edge of all the adjectives
I could despise
When you're me
God is the only One
who can provide Hope
for what ails me.
Beautifully stated, darling!
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A nice poem, Regine.
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