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This one was written in honor of all the broken bones that, through the healing process, brought people closer together.
I slept in the living room that night, on the small sofa, with the thought of, "you don't need that much room, you can't use your legs." It doesn't really work like that.
I look upon soft and faded scars Scars that engraved upon skin, all over But they are so faded As if it's invisible As if it's never existed I look up and see people's gaze Upon other things Eyes...
Punch a few noses Silly Smee And the bully boys will let you be.
#disabilityaware This i believe, your very weakness in life, that mountain you can't climb, can be you BIGGEST strength.
This I believe, you very weakness in life, that mountain you can’t climb can be your biggest strength. I didn’t ask for my disability to happen… it just did.
Chapter 3 The Grandparents I sit in my room reading. Chandler gave me a lovely book. It's call Romeo and Juliet. He said it was a book for girls, so he gave it to me.
I can mouth it to you, I can sign it to you, I can write it to you, I can even speak it to you, And you understand. But when we want a conversation that flows I cannot say what I want.
A silent trap ensnared my life, my head felt pulverised, a stolen voice and lifeless limbs, left me perplexed and paralysed. I sat in frightened endless wait confused and petrified.
The following story is 100% true, I promise. If you don't like stories involving things of [insert nature of story here because I really don't know] then turn around. You have been fore-warned.