To whoever may read these words,
I only ask you do not cry for my pain but instead cheer for my achievements and my strength. I live today because of my courage. I no longer live with no life, I live enriched in life. I thank you for reading this poem of what it has been like to live life in my shoes. I pray that from now on maybe my life can change the way you see and treat life. Now for all that I have to offer I offer you this poem:
I have a body that cannot move.
I have a heart that yearns for hope.
I have a mind that ponders its purpose.
I am a girl trapped in a prison.
I cannot climb the heights of sociality and forward thinkers.
I live in a world all to myself, but not to myself.
I live under the the rules of others who say that they are for my own protection.
I live under the rules of physical ability
I hates the chains that bind me
I hated the constant nagging to obey from a father who cared for nothing but his own twisted ideology.
I hate my body that won't listen to my desires and my will.
I hate that I cannot live my life the way I wish.
I hate the restrictions placed on me.
I hate the silence I must live in.
I hate the stillness that surrounds me.
I hate others biased opinions against me, based on nothing but my fake smile and disconcerting attitude.
I live on lies.
Lies about my personality,
lies about my emotions,
lies about my home,
lies about my family,
lies about my health.
I am trapped, trapped in a life that’s not my own.
I am trapped in a endless loop forever by a nightmare of memories of an painful past.
I am trapped by the ideals of thick minded adults who think their way is the only truth.
I am trapped by the constraints of my body and my mind.
I am trapped in constant pain.
I live my life in a box.
A box filled with nothing but familiarity and patterns,
a box as dull as curdled milk.
Doing the the same things day in, day out.
Trapped in a box that acts as my prison,
keeps me hostage and never offers a slight of freedom.
A box that shows my future
a future bleak and same
a future of nothingness
a future with no surprises
That box is my prison
That box keeps me trapped for now.
But I have my own plan,
I have my own will that guides my future.
I have a dream where everything is different.
I have a dream that dictates the life of all.
I have a dream where judgemental attitudes are shoved in a place where the sun don’t shine.
I have a goal that will brighten the lives of imperfect children
I have a skill that will create characters everyone can learn from.
I have a hand that flows with the power of creativity and life.
I may have suffered but now I live.
I may have been abused but now I am free.
I may still hurt and I may still doubt
But now I have hope,
Now I have desire,
Now I have a passion,
Now I have a reason to fight for life.
I draw with a purpose,
I create with a purpose,
I bring characters to life with a purpose.
I will bring change to the indifferent and encourage the imperfect
I will change the stigma of disability to one of hope and pride so that one day a child can proudly say I am different and I have a role model.
I will draw to create characters that imperfect children can aspire to be because of their imperfections.
Life isn’t always fair but it will always teach someone a lesson when they need it most.
I want to see no more people weep in the face of crisis and difference
I want bullying to end at a fundamental level
I want abuse to end at its base cause
I want us to be proud to show our pain because it means that we survived.
Pain and life means that we live and their will never be a greater gift than the gift of life in the adversity of pain and suffering.
An impassioned survivor