#handicap
Standing on one foot
in the rain
Who is to blame
Holding out a hand
for a dole
or..... for another hand
to hold
to help go
People just passing by
Looking away
To avoid
eye to meet eye
Who’s to blame?
We hide in shame.
Shell ✨🐚
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
Handicap parker, handicap parker
Hey there lady, am I within the lines?
Should I re-park, and redefine?
I'm trying real hard to get it right
I'm never quite sure
Cuz, I'm just a handicap parker
Handicap parker
The difficulty can blow my mind
And my mom and wife, are totally blind
My son is tardy and slightly down
But that's ok, cuz he's a handicap parker
Handicap parker
Handicap parker, handicap parker
I drive an Escalade, it's large and wide
I feel so safe here, inside
People scream and shake their fists
I can feel the anger wave
For a handicap parker
Handicap parker
If I make you swear and gesticulate
I'm so sorry, you'll just have to wait
I'm not too blame for society
Giving handicap too me
Cuz, I'm a handicap parker
Handicap parker
Handicap parker, handicap parker
Handicap parker, handicap parker
Handicap parker, handicap parker
Handicap parker, handicap parker
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
When is it enough?
How far will it take me?
Will it continue to get me through high school
While my sister is recovering in the hospital while pills are still scattered on the counter?
Will it be by my side as a lay in bed, taking another hit, staring blankly at my ceiling, trying to forget.
Can it get me through college while my dad loses his legs?
Can it show me the way, when debt collectors are calling me by name?
When is it time for me to falter, when is it time for me to fall over?
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
There she sat for unending days
A vacant mournful mold
A radiant beauty in my eyes
With a story left untold
She grasped moments that she viewed
Of children playing outside
While she sat inside her only friend
The wheelchair she occupied
She longed to be a part of
Everything that she was seeing
To run and dance with others
Was just an image of her being
She was gorgeous to say the least
An Angel ~ ~ in despair
That needed a chance to journey
Somewhere other than her chair
Introduced as just a "Smile”
Soon graduating to a "friend”
I was the recipient of her troubles
My heart was genuine
I desired to help her just as much
As her desire to be free
I told her that she soon would dance
Embraced by the arms of me
She blushed and shrugged at the thought
Knowing this could never be
For her legs were limp and tiny
A feature through destiny
I told her not to reject so fast
That there are many forms of dance
That angels get by with just their wings
So, she surely stood a chance
I lowered myself down to her chair
My arms enwrapped her waist
Raising her to my level
Where freedom was embraced
She was an angel ~now in flight
As my two feet, carried four
We rejoiced in every movement
That we danced across the floor
Like leaves blowing across the ground
We bounced, we meshed, we swayed
We both fulfilled a heartfelt desire
As our bodies entwined that day
She now was the view of envious eyes
A display of rhythmic light
Captivating her many admirers
By her illuminating sight
For I, she was what I always knew
Exquisiteness on reserve
Not shelled by grief no more
A beauty has emerged
copyright@Iflifewasmadeoncanvas
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
Today the last seam ripped
From the veil of purity
I bound myself within
I’ve come to the realization
It was merely a handicap
Masquerading as a noble cause
So adamant not to play the game
My choices left me with no defense
No shelter
I’ve given too much credence to the interactions of chemicals
Falsifying chemistry
Turning a blind eye to deceits
In a way I was always aware
But I eagerly brushed those thoughts aside
Hungry for something else
Aching for some sort of natural connection
But when everything is coordinated and man-made
Manipulated
There is no such thing as innocence
Merely naïve souls unwilling to adapt.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Since they crippled me,
I thought I’d grow wings.
Though I don’t remember how it felt when I first walked
But I still remember my last walk.
I still remember how the grass felt under my naked feet
I remember putting on shoes the last time I walked
I remember running and being taller.
These are now just my memories
And since they crippled me,
I thought I’d grow wings.
Am I diseased that you’re treating me ?
Did I do something wrong that you’re looking down on me ?
Am I a helpless animal that you’re showing me pity ?
You think you’re being empathetic but its still sympathy
But the wind against my face is a symphony
As I grow wings
To feel the wind in my hair
To feel the equivalent of running
I feel the fresh air fill my lungs
Even though I am crippled,
I grew wings.
Since I grew wings,
I can see the crippled me
Lying there in peace and in silence.
I can finally see the smile that had been lost
Since they had crippled me.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
I fell from the stars that night
I feared the clouded dark sky
And severed all ties with my world
I collapsed from within
And cried
A Birth called forth my fear
Brought about worry, my tears
For five long months it had built within
Until it happened and I fell to the ground
And cried
An excuse to begin closing my windows
Yet no blame can I place on him
Inwardly broken and frightened of the unknown
That weary cool night, my brother was born,
I cried
No control had been placed in my hands
No one had asked me what I wanted
My God simply had different plans
For my family, for his birth, for when
I cried
Plans that would prove greater than I could imagine
For a boy to show us all what life truly is
To prove that love is more powerful than sin
To teach us what it really means
To cry
That night was the foundation of following feats
My brother would breathe and walk,
His mind would prove stronger than possible
The miracle of our home caused us all
To cry
Despite the distress caused by his birth
In time I grew stronger in mind and in heart
For that night I knew that everyday I’d see his face
And realize his joy, his mind, his life. And I’d smile
And cry.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC