Glass half full
When you look at me,What you see is my reality.
I may appear down and broken,
But, handicap,
is not a word I prefer spoken.
Although I struggle with my plight,
I've not given up,
I continue to fight.
I accept this path,
I've been given,
And continue on with liven.
Some days, may be a struggle,
and hard to bare.
But,I continue on
forgetting despair.
Maybe, some days I want to give up,
But, with hope,
I continue to fill my cup.
I'm only as disabled as I allow myself to be,
And these simple thoughts,
allow me to be free.
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