I am weak
I am damaged
I am blind
Not an exaggeration but physically true
I wake up sometimes and it's hard to get up.
My damaged hips and weak muscles remind me that they're in control.
Other days I'm perfectly fine.
Those days I relish in the moment and over do it.
I'll never be normal, it's meant to be this way.
It use to be hard to understand why I am this way.
Why was a person created to be insufficient.
Why am I insufficient.
Why am I?
I am not plagued by it anymore.
I learned to appreciate and be grateful.
Always looking back to count my blessings even when it gets rough.
Yes, even the bad times are blessings.
Through good and bad we learn and give shape to our lives, it's all advantageous.
I am tough
I am restored
I am seeing
YOU ARE READING
See Less, Feel More
PoetryRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
