Fainting Goat

They were so awful to me,

And yet

They seemed to care.

They manipulated,

Twisted,

Hurt,

And destroyed me.

And yet I can't 

Seem to let them go.

Even knowing

How badly they could

I'm scared.

I can't believe we're here

Again.

I can't believe this is reality

Again.

Four years

They say.

It's only four years.

But it's four years

Of a living hell for me.

They laugh

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

falling...

 a good day

 fun and silly

 almost happy

 then the whispers

falling...

 I laugh and run

 with gay abandon

 chasing dreams

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