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An Open Prison

Poetry By: PaulChafer

Because of a genetic disorder I found myself facing a future in a wheelchair and blind. I would not yield, after years on crutches, many operations, I am left with around 50% vision in one eye and able to walk with just a stick and life is beautiful: my changed life anyway. Being classed as disabled taught me the unkindness of others bites deep, I also learned to forgive ignorance and accept what I had become.

Submitted:Jan 3, 2010    Reads: 195    Comments: 20    Likes: 13   

Disengaged from the life I knew.

Uncoupled from friendships: now unwanted.

Estranged from my expected future.

How un-cool, to hover near the spotlight's edge,

Afraid to shine or share what I have,

If indeed, I have anything to share at all!

Behind my mask of apparent contentment,

I suppress the desire for danger,

Quell the urge of violent response

To the careless whispers of uncaring ignorance.

Deep breaths, focus, forgive the smirking fools.

Move away, soothe away restless anger.

Calm the red, aggressive rage within,

Learning, accepting what I have become.

No reason for my distress, or shame.

Why hide away from the judgement of others?

I am neither thief, traitor nor murderer,

Or a threat of any kind to anyone: and yet,

I am different: I am disabled,

Disengaged from the life I knew.


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