Great Poem Written By: Renae Clare Stuck I’m stuck in this chair with wheels and legs that don’t work, and I’m stuck in this body that won’t move when I tell it to, yell it to, scream it to, cry and weep and sob it to. Circuitry gone awry; No way out, no way in, no way around or between or through. What to do; succumb, retreat, relent, seep inside the self, the mind, the soul, try to find peace, acceptance, dignity, joy, religion, a reason to live; some love, some hope, some courage, some faith, some miracle, some thing that will relieve the ache of being forevermore. Stuck I spent 2 1/2 years in therapy and learned so very much bring that course of time. I learned not feel sorry for myself, not to be self pitying, to value myself no matter what shape my body is, to live a life of gratitude and to follow the spiritual path to which my eyes have been opened. Because of having: gone through all of the that heartache and because of all of the writings that I did I was able to actually write a book which I and titled Potty Mouth. Were it not for all the tribulations I certainly need never would have thought that I would be a published author. God certainly works in mysterious ways.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 05:50:29 +0000
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