Will they come with cold, proud eyes,
And laws like winter in their hands?
Will silence fall where once were cries—
The laughter none but we understand?
I saw the stars through a hospital pane,
And wondered if they’d burn for me,
Or if their fire would die in vain,
In halls without our poetry.
They call us strange, too loud, too still,
Too much, too soft, too far from grace—
But don’t they know the kind of will
It takes to show our face?
Our hearts are gardens, overgrown,
With tangled thoughts and fading light;
We don’t ask much—just to be known,
And sheltered from the night.
If laws are made to bruise and bind,
Then let them know: we see, we feel—
And even in our silent minds,
We dream, and bleed, and heal.
The moon still sings to broken things,
And we are listening.
I can only feel this cold sensation brush against my feet
The warmth crispen my fingertips
As you walk on by
The aromas that I smell around this environment
My sight
Indescribable
I feel enable
Lesser
Wasted
A reject
A project gone wrong
What are you?
What can you bring?
What can I do?
My hands clasp sharply around my cane
Guiding me
Through this treacle
Do people laugh at me?
Look at me?
Point
Examine
Judge
I wouldn't blame if they did - I would do the same - If I was in their shoes
I am parade of failure
And nothing more
Incomprehensible
It fathoms the mind
Can't translate
Look through me
Can you see me
I am even here
Do I even exist to you
I wonder
There are abilities in disabilities
So shun idioms that mock any form of disabilities
I know a fellow that has his physical frame unbalanced
And his head obliguely and disingenuously referenced
With slash reference Oriogbade may look dowd
But his wisdom these disabilities couldn't shroud
I hail his sense of humour for being so superb
And the philosophies canned in his proverb
The lessons in life are lives themselves
Oriogbade taught us to believe in ourselves
There shouldn't be such idiom again as turn a blind spot
For Oriogbade, his proverbs prove that he's a hotshot
Should there be someone that can help him to the top
I mean someone that can give him a leg up
Like those who brought him on air to grease his wheels
In order to fortify his resolutions against future ordeals
Oriogbade will be a recreation in the movie works
With his disposition he won't be a spanner thrown in the works
As he begins to breathe with profit and from his wrenches unclench
May he never be clenched again to go back to the trench
Growing up midst deficiencies to overcome
our special child is indeed a victor
bringing blest hope
as divine cheers.
Gaining milestones against disabilities’ angst
he keeps on learning, showing advancement
negating physician’s diagnosis
that soon, he will “progress toward retrogression…”
Should we deny the miracles
surpassing medical experts?
Steadfast faith* works
yes, the Lord heals.
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
March 2, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Mar 6)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/6/2021.
She slipped into convulsions
no one seemed to understand
until her loving mother
took her by the hand
Her body shaking wildly
while lying on the floor
depressing of the tongue
saves her life & more
Some have disabilities
not apparent to us all
silently through the years
upon us they befall
Searching for the cure
or treatments to help out
a selfless love for others
is what life’s all about
The Defiant Light in the
Crushing Dark
Oblivious to the Dark...she
finds light in every shadow
Unaware of giving in...she
defies the restraints set by
others
Knowing she will succeed...she
ignores rejections of all but her
heart
Constant pain a reminder of the
evils we all face...she defies
them and sheds light on all she
encounters
Like the rainbow after Noah's
flood...her joy brings hope to
any despairing souls that meet
her
A beacon to any lost in the
black...she is proof of life's ever
improving sunlight...
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