Reflections of a Disability III
Strange eyes stare at my nakedness;
Strange eyes stare at my body's spastic mess.
My mind switches into automatic pilot; trying to forget.
My mind trained to go numb, trained to escape;
The invasion that is to come.
Strange hands clean up the waste from my wasted body.
I only hope that my mask is good enough so that the strange eyes cannot see,
How much I hate such indignity.
I wonder what the strange eyes see when they look at me,
I wonder if they see the same things I see.
I wonder if the strange eyes see
Reflections of a disability.
© Chris Van Ingen 2007
Reflections of a Disability IV
I love my life in limbo. Where do I belong?
Does anybody know?
The real world is where my heart and mind belong,
But my body just feels all wrong.
In the spastic world my body feels at home,
But my soul feels empty and alone.
In the real world I try to live with the normal crowd,
But the stick figures painted on the special car parks show me I'm not allowed.
In the spastic world my body is the same,
But I don't play the rules of their game.
I feel like I'm a better man,
Because I can accomplish more than they can.
© Chris Van Ingen 2007
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