falling...

The sorrow I know

Is like no other.

It is too deep

Too raw

Too real.

And as I stand here

Within its everlasting clutches

I find little bursts of hope.

And these little burst of light

Author's (long) Note:

Why is it that when you have a disability, that's all people see?

Kids my age:

Her hair,

Long and brown,

With that hint of red.

Her eyes,

Blue and bright,

With that touch of green.

Her style,

Bubbly and pink,

With all that glitter.

This is the Autumn