Divergent: A Poem

Divergent   Counting sheep to fall asleep, In dismay, unable to slip away.   Thoughts upon gestures of The sheep keep clambering At slumbers bay.   The bleating echo’s lay Ephemeral, yet they stay.   Dreamless sleep in waking day. The inner voice ‘Not I!’, I pray.  

Words Are Power: Poems About Youth & Disability

Truths   In judgment, dare you call me incomplete? In spite, do you dare call me useless? In ignorance, do you dare call me deceitful? In hatred, do you dare call me unlovable?   For, dearest stranger, the contrary is so:   In love, I dare believe I am beautiful In awareness, I dare believe […]