4 January 2013
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.'
Enabled • Opuss № I