When the heart speaks, love listens.
I can not, and will not judge, by what my eyes may see. For the skin on a man shall not reveal his true identity.
A poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. From hand onto paper, bleeding thoughts emerge.
A positive attitude, can turn a storm into a sprinkle.
Failure leaves open a door for us to try, and try again.
I'm just a man on a mission, to prove my disability hasn't won