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

It doesn't matter which side of the tracks your from, the train still rolls the same.

Placing one foot in front of the other, I've climbed to higher lengths. Reaching beyond my own limitations, to show my inner strength. No obstacle too hard, for this warrior to overcome. I'm just a man on a mission, to prove my disability hasn't won.

There is no greater disability in society, than the inability to see a person as more.

If my body were a tree trunk, the rings would surely reveal the time it has had to mature.

A man is not wealthy simply by the contents of his pockets alone, but instead by the richness of his heart.

Hands of time move us forward, never back. Only memories frozen in mind, can we re-enact.