See it through our eyes

 

How should I put this? See it through our eyes. There's no difference between you and me. Maybe just a little, but not a lot. I have been sitting here thinking we should all come together once again. It's like one big family because this is a community of people with different abilities. Did you see I did not use disability? The more we gather, the more we will all grow, and growing helps in many ways. I started growing in 2015 by opening up a space for people with disabilities to share their stories. And boy, what do you know, I have grown a lot by hearing other people's stories and the wisdom they have shared that I had no clue about. I have started my own journey. The same can go for you too. There are many faces I've seen before that remind me to never give up and to smile when things get rough. If I can do it, so can you. You know that there is a bright light at the end of the tunnel. You can and will reach it just by believing in yourself. If you thought I was going through a mental moment, think again. I'm doing just fine. I figured I would pay a visit and drop a little motivation for anyone who may need it because I know I need a little push sometimes too. So, here's a little motivational poetry that I randomly came up with.

Lovely Soul

When someone you care about is no longer within arm's reach, love cuts deep. And your heart hurts, forcing you to cry heartbreaking tears.

It'll never be the same not hearing your voice again. This heart breaks when I walk into a familiar location and expect to hear your lovely voice.

Knowing you didn't want to leave, I sensed your energy.

As memories poured through my mind, I found myself hurting in pain after pain, and my heart began to ache with tears.

My heart is as empty as a desert since the light you brought died out, therefore I'm waking up in silence, balling my eyes, and speaking as little as possible.

I'll always keep your memories close to my heart. In your new life, run beautiful.

Shadow

 

Here I'm with my hands positioned gracefully on the keyboard, typing each word carefully as it comes to me. My heart is racing and I feel like I'm burning up. Why can't I sleep peacefully? I'm going through an experience and all I need is sleep. I just want to heal from whatever is going on inside me.

I can't leave this space because this soul needs to heal. And I know I will come out gratefully.

Through these eyes

 It's been a while since I kept these eyes closed, and not once did I envision these things happening to me. These eyes are at the crossroads of two worlds: the spiritual realm and mother earth. Constant traffic on both ends. Can I get some form of relief? Observant as I was born to be, down on mother earth, some people live on excuses. That leads to deceit. Here I'm holding things back and letting the spiritual realm take over.

At times, I need a way to escape. But, I really don't know where to run off to either. So, I find myself taking in all that is around me.I feel like there really isn't anyone to reach out to. As a result, I settle into silience because I know only one spirit sees everything.

Disability Resolutions

 This is the Disability Social Movement. It started as a hashtag and now it's a part of this poem that rings true for people with disabilities.

We don't ask for much, except for acceptance. We're no different from our able-bodied family and friends, etc. This is our 2022, and we are going into further years. Inclusion, Accessibility. Frankly, we need you as a society to hear us because we just need to be heard.

Letter To God

 I'm writing this letter to the Lord our father, he hears and see's everything.

No child can not lie to you because you see right through them. And give them karma in time.

First, I ask for your protection from all evil spirits, sending all evil spirits back to where they came from not to harm anyone. Thank you, Father Lord.

  Dear Lord

You see and hear things twenty-four-seven, nothing can pass you no matter how hard us your children shall try.

  You see Lucifer's games being played and cause chaos, emotional, physical, and mental abuse is definitely his game. Altering the mind of your children. If it's in your will to guide all your children out of these situations.
  

Father Lord,
I see the eyes of Lucifer seeking inward causing discomfort, and I feel better not being around that. So, I do my best to move as quickly as possible because Lucifer is in the room. You are the only spirit that can break through Lucifer’s viciousness. 

I shall speak only for myself, every day I'm dealing with something both emotional and physical pain. And only you can see the cause of this pain.

 

I'm feeling broken verbally and fighting through this verbal pain. Speaking can be difficult around others because they are quick to judge me. They wonder why I can't talk to them and my response is to go silent.

I have been bullied way too many times and I've grown strong vocally against bullying. These people don’t get the picture of the reason for my voice turning inward instead of outward. Causing pain is a beautiful game to them.

I know you are there with me always front and center. So, this is the reason for this letter to you Dear Father God.

You know my physical pain even if I don’t speak it and it breaks me deeply because no one else will get it.  This pain I have been dealing with for many years and, I’m talking about internal pain. Only you Dear Father God know this pain.
For those who don’t know I have written poetry on this subject because this is the only therapy besides God that will not judge me. 

 I know that one day God will answer my prayers to healing this physical and emotional pain.

Through The Storm

    Have you read "Twilight"? No! not Stephanie Meyers, Edward Cullen, and  Isabella "Bella" Swan.  This Twilight https://thepoetryvine.blogspot.com/2019/05/twilight.html is a poem that leads to a dark depressing path. And I'm being completely honest with you these feelings really have not stopped.

     Please do let me explain because I get shunned or get made fun of Like if I have entered into a contest. dealing with medical conditions that have symptoms of depression is no joke and I happen to deal with one. Hypothyroidism, I'll leave it to you to research because I have written a poem already on that. 
  
    I'll give you a piece of Twilight if you did not click on the link, and these words are not in any particular order. Here comes the rain of tangible tears and shattered hearts from a soul who needs to heal. My heart is very fragile and I'm battling this sadness no one seems to know. 
 

    I find myself in this space again at times and this time I fear showing the tears, or I'll hide it with a smile from time to time. This isn't who I really am.  I went through something horrific that I have no recollection of anything that has happened. Let me just share this, it left me hoarse.  And before that, I had uncomfortable moments at night. And I'm still in that predicament.

     Some day's I sit because I'm already dealing with physical pain and some see that. I can not walk for long periods of time, otherwise, I will be in more pain than ever. Then there is more pain buried deep in this heart. This pain is personal and it's not something that can ever go away.
 
     I don't need no me too and I'm not talking about the hashtag me too. 
    I don't need anyone judging me or giving me any sense of competition because, throughout my life, I've gotten just that. Simply just stop and listen to me. I should not have to lose my voice, a voice that was given to me by God.  A simple reason my words have turned in and I have turned shy to the outside world. So, if you can not tell the way this is going, I'm pouring out all my pain because this is the only way I can find relief.  

Poetry Corner:

 This poem touches base on dealing with depression.