![]() The ReceivingA Poem by Richard M![]() Just ramblings I guess of a younger me making sense of the mess of a physical handicap, but then the beauty of that .... it's me!![]() I've never asked you lord why me, just always accepting it to be, for things do happen we can't explain, so I just carried on playing life's game. Looking, searching an answer find a fruitless quest that forever binds, days of questions in discontent, endless circles and energies spent. No good reason and nothing can do, so why if you're comfortable and at peace with you? A regular schooling, a 'mainstream' life was my parent's wish, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way, but others' perceptions heavily weighed. Where do I fit in with what I feel and what has been? Warring what's in my head and realities of what is real. Such conflict in my heart, how, just how to be a part? How do I connect the ends, how in feelings can I defend? To live this life, the realities, God given natural feelings not withheld, my desire to them is to tell. So I bashed on from day to day, yes disability got in the way, but I just did what I had to do to get me another day through, to make do with what I had, life was mine so just was glad, but there must be something amongst this rubble, something peaceful not set on trouble. What to do with this thing, what will speak of me, beyond the things people see? Frustrations voiced in poetry. From the beginning it daily grows, times spent in frustrations woe, the way I am is the way I am, but in Your heart there's still a plan. We're all handicapped of different kinds, body, character, maybe tortured mind, we never see what's held inside, and what beauty we are denied, we all have things hidden away, that never see the light of the day. I’ve pondered in a bigger sense of disability’s why and what place it holds beneath your forever skies As day by day life goes on, often just grateful for warming sun. I've wondered from time to time, and this a little outspoken, You knew me before I was a blip, but why disability, and how and who apportions it? Me? Unbreakable, 'strong as hell', always in independence yell, I power on by the year, but not without constant fears. I'll get by, I always do, every day revealed in You. Daily I live within these confines, to find a kind of 'peace' that's mine. Is there a meaning in this design easier for me to find? A purpose, something You want me to do for the time I have here with You? For a word to say or point to make, something from which others take? A calling to me of which to heed, to slow, look first, reduce 'my' speed, to look at my life and the You I need. I don’t need to know a reason as I stumble by the season, for all is held within Your hand, just to stay in this peace, to understand. You've given me life, You've lead me here, there’s life, just to be free. Why me, but why not me? the endless possibilities, to trust this path ahead of me, each day Your love to set me free. Through it all You've sheltered me with family, friends you helped me see of love and caring family gave and with their guiding my life You saved. To teach of value of relationship within, to honour that love herein. © 2022 Richard MAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 2, 2022 Last Updated on February 2, 2022 Author![]() Richard MCowra , New South Wales , AustraliaAboutHi, I'm Richard. It says I'm new, but have been here for some time. I live in country NSW, Australia. I was born with a severe handicap, but have always lived in 'mainstream' society; family, scho.. more..Writing
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