Have courage enough to accept what you can not change, but yet courageous enough to stand up and fight for what you can.

A poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. From hand onto paper, bleeding thoughts emerge.

Limitations only go so far.

Failure leaves open a door for us to try, and try again.

Have courage enough to accept what you can not change, but yet courageous enough to stand up and fight for what you can.

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.

My disability has opened my eyes to see my true abilities.