The over compensation of one sense
the way a blind man sees insight
or how a mother chooses a son
over her brother
Trying to describe disability in five seconds or less
the sixth second, I was blessed
It was as if I climbed out of my body &
into my mind and I began kicking around my own furniture. Arrested for
violating my own restraining order.
I'd cry, if only I'd let me.
I went to war with myself
Had the speech choked out of me
like a foreign object had entered my body
and drew hieroglyphics on me
in Egyptian fashion.
I did not recognize
like a woman who scribbles
“Sorry! Couldn't stay,” with
Lipstick on a mirror.
I'd scream, If only I would let me.
Suddenly, I became aware
how strength is just a metaphor so
I prayed some more.
"If only" somehow let loose
And with a rush of emotion
I began hearing myself talk to God
as if I was operating on my own
contradictions. Cutting into my appendages,
I recognized why elitists have a mentality of savagery.
You've got to give a little to get a little
instead of just giving.
All of a sudden my prayer sounded Hindu in nature. Chanting for favor.
My body can never describe all that
goes on inside, but if you look close
you can ascertain the sum of all my fears.
Eventually, even Morgan Freeman
Touch me, and I'll cry two tears;
If only, I let myself loose.
My life, stroke induced.
Copyright © TS Lewis