Constance La France Poet Free verse

My Dis-Ability and Me

 
I am in a relationship  . . .
I live with my dis-ability and me
To look you would not guess
It is a secret I keep very well
    When I told my boyfriend, Henri
        He could not get away fast enough
And why not, a handsome guy like him
With a blind girl, that is too much
    So he left me and ran away
        And I am doing just fine, Henri

But there are some problems
I can no longer read small print
On bottles, cans and containers
My friends are so protective
    Thanks to friends who help me
        And I also cannot go out at night
Unless someone is there to guide me
Because all I see at night are shadows
     I use a magnifying glass to read
        I zoom my computer and television

One evening I forgot to turn on the lights
But I did not realize the difference (really)
I will never move anything out of place
Oh often I have misplaced my glasses
    At dance class I stay close up front
        So I can see the instructor . . . 
I can still write my poetry thankfully
And when I cannot friends will help
    For the words are in my mind
        And that will never ever change

I am memorizing things like trees
Skies, flowers,  sunrises, sunsets
And waves crashing, rain, snow
My friends faces and my cats too
    There is no surgery to help me
        No magic pill to make it better
So this is it- this is my destiny I suppose 
Not the one I planned but one given . . .
     I ask God why but there is silence
         So I will make the best of it 

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October 16, 2016

Free Verse 

For the contest, In A Relationship With A Dis-Abled Person
Sponsor,  W. Thomas Markham

First Place

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Sara Kendrick December 7, 2016 at 12:43 PM Well, I don't know if this is fictional work or really your life but if it is maybe there will be a cure or treatment soon..Just because there isn't now doesn't mean that it is not possible in the future..Good that you have friends and loved ones who can help..Congrats on your win..Sara

Kai Michael Neumann December 4, 2016 at 2:39 AM Congratulations on the win and on coping as well (I suppose and take from your poems) as you do. This is a very moving and honest poem. Thank you for sharing. Kai

Jan Allison December 4, 2016 at 12:22 AM Many congrats on your top spot Constance - I know first hand with mum the issues of losing your sight - a very moving poem my friend :-) hugs Jan xx

Eve Roper December 3, 2016 at 2:46 PM Wonderful tale, Broken Wings, great job . I couldn't think of anything to write maybe because I worked so many years with handicap children....congratulations on your win Hugs eve

Darren White December 3, 2016 at 11:53 AM That is a hard thing. I am glad you can still read and write your poetry. And I hope you always will be able to. Congratulations!

Keith Logan October 19, 2016 at 3:09 PM Henri is an idiot. You are well rid of anyone who does not appreciate you for yourself. Whether a person loses one of their senses or is disfigured in some way does not in any way stop them being the same person, only with a little more experience which is always for the betterment.

Richard Lamoureux October 18, 2016 at 6:33 PM You see in he ways that are most important. A well expressed write Constance.

Freddie Robinson Jr. October 17, 2016 at 7:20 PM My heart is as your heart, BW. A beautifully honest poem. Full of strength and self-awareness. I believe that our infirmities are placed upon us because God has given us the strength to bear them. To be shining examples for others to see how a person maintains their integrity and faith irregardless of the circumstances of life. You are our light, BW. I thank God for knowing you. Stay blessed. Stay strong, sister. Much love from the RW (Romantic Warrior.0

W. Thomas Markham October 17, 2016 at 4:35 PM It made me cried. And it's beautifully worded.

Manmath Dalei October 17, 2016 at 8:50 AM Well penned BW. Best wishes for the contest. A7...........//hugs

Ravi Sathasivam October 17, 2016 at 7:48 AM Excellent. Beautifully written. Well done. Thanks for sharing it.

Jack Horne October 17, 2016 at 6:24 AM heartfelt write, my friend - I just pray your sight will not leave you xx

White Wolf October 16, 2016 at 11:40 PM Jeff Healey the blues guitarist was blind, his first album was, can you see the light shining in my eyes. Brilliant guitarist, like this poem... well done Broken Wings. /|\