My body is crippled but my mind is alert,
I'm wracked with pain but it's your words that hurt.
Scorned and the butt of jokes most of my years,
A genius say some, Ive long ago spilt all of my tears.
At the age of twenty one I was brought to my knees,
Given two years of life with motor neuron disease.
I am blessed with three children and the power of love,
Cursed by my body, yet cross horizons others are incapable of.
Don't look at me with pity due to my cover
I am me and I would not want to be any other.
I will know the mind of god before I reach the end of my line,
A journey I started in 'A brief history of time.'
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