The world is full of so much angst,
insecurity, doubt and pain.
I want to scream and shout it out,
there are dragons here to be slain.
In introspective, crushing worlds,
walls are built and barriers wrought,
monoliths of the troubled mind
where battles real and imagined are fought.
And who are we to say it's not so,
that the drugs will make it all go away?
When a friendly smile and a minute of your
time may be all that's needed today.
Disability comes in many forms,
the seen and the surreptitious,
and these actions we see outside the norm
make us wary and suspicious.
What we all need is the thought and the deed,
action preferred to the word.
For what is the choice for these folk with no voice
who are crying out to be heard.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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