a Word about Disability

Christy Brown (5 June 1932 – 7 September 1981) was an Irish writer and painter who had cerebral palsy and was able to write or type only with the toes of one foot. His most recognized work is his autobiography, titled My Left Foot 

Part of the problem with the word ‘disabilities’ is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who can’t feel? Or talk about their feelings? Or manage their feelings in constructive ways? What of people who aren’t able to form close and strong relationships? And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives, or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love? These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities. @mr.rogers

Ink Singer’s Destination

 

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I could not see…had I not been standing on your shoulders.

I could not bear witness…had you not turned on your nightlight.

I could do no good…had harm of poverty taken it’s occasional piece from my hand.

I could not play victim…had you not shown me undiscovered empathy.

 

There has been change to the crippling coup.

Nothing the matter…that history will not make do.

 

A bed of thorns covered in self-righteous indignation…

Will always be this ink singer’s destination.

 

I will be proud of the stumbles that mark my path…for you I can do no less.

I will stand with curved spine…for you have made my madness refined.

I will purpose no other route to take…for you will supply much-needed breaks.

I will intend my will upon grimy pace…for you a saving grace.

But Still

but still 2

Outside looking in

Clearly I cannot forget the tips of your tears falling

and

your..calling…of my name.

Or, black satin draped windows…

claiming love’s soul.

Years have collected

clarity has cast perspective.

but still 1

But still…

I wonder

Did I disable you?

But still the night scares take you

Away,

away,

from me.

It’s easy enough to let shoes drop…

where they may.

Little pills

pink and blue

The devil had taken your dues.

Every tide that becomes the ocean

Every leaf on every fallen tree

no deeper than…

Every trial,

every fleeting glance,

But still,

what of destiny?

But still,

in goodness

shall

we look back?

And,

Stumble

and

fall.

But still,

with fist full of shortcomings

 my love for you will stand tall.

In everyone of our love’s season

whatever the deep need of your demons

I vow to be your voice of reason.

but still 4
Wear your love for someone as though…it were the first day of school!

Walk this Way?

the Mills, Franklin NH
the Mills, Franklin NH

First

the

foot

Than

the

feet.

Soon after

comes

the

cane

Two

vials

of pills.

Three

different

diminished

dismissing

dimming

pains.

Four days

of

onset

Five nights

of

feeling the

rain.

The second

deformity

took

the reins…

the

back,

the

legs,

the

mind…

has not been

the same.

Everyday, get back up and do what you used to do!

Everyday, get back up and be the way you used to be!

It's ok to look back but we haven't the time to...stare.
It’s OK to look back but we haven’t the time to…stare.