Devilish Apatite• Show poetry

What I write reflects both my moods and my feelings which are subject to change often and without warning. I have felt that music sometimes is better at conveying my feelings until now. Now I have decided to try expressing them here.


If you don't like what I write you should exercise your given right to not read more of it. However if you can help me to become a better writer by giving me constructive comments, tips, advice, etc., I would appreciate it.



The Look
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> by Robert A. Chant
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> I have seen that look before, the look of total fear.
> When some people choose to see, only how I appear.
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> I just sit and watch, as they begin to point and stare.
> And never will they see just me, but always see my chair.
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> They feel such pity, for what they think they see.
> As if they're watching a life, so filled with tragedy.
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> Some of them glance so quick, and then try to ignore.
> Oh I have seen that look, many, many times before.
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> I witnessed pity shown, by the expression on their face.
> They can't hide their feelings, even as they try to erase.
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> I guess they can't help their reaction, so I must not blame.
> But I hate that look, when they think my life's a shame.
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> They think they are more fortunate, when the look at me.
> But only because my wheelchair, is the only thing they see.
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> Some will come and patronized, while others, they will shun.
> And the hurt will always remain, the damage has been done.
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> I speak with few words, in fact you would think I am shy.
> But I know people don't listen to me, so I don't even try.
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> They talk as if I'm invisible, like I am not even there.
> I may not know everything, but of one thing I'm aware.
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> I know that I understand, how little they really know.
> And that look of pity on their face, will always show.
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> They can't look past and get to know, the person deep inside.
> They never see the real me, the part this chair can't hide.
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> I want them to know I have a mind, I am capable of love.
> I have lots of hopes and desires, and things I dream of.
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> I know my legs may be useless, I may travel by wheel.
> But my mind can still think, and my heart can feel.
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> And everyday I meet people, even more handicapped than me.
> Because the wonderful person I am, they are just too blind to see.
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> And when I try to talk to them, they don't even seem to hear.
> And there's not a crutch, that can help a body paralyzed by fear.
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> I see a sad disability in each, one that in me you'll never find.
> A disability of their choosing, cause by weakness of their mind.
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> And in this live I have been given, one thing I've come to know.
> I can travel anywhere, my mind will take me where I wish to go.
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> I can hike to the ends of this world, or soar towards the sky.
> My thoughts have become my legs, and even enabled me to fly.
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> So please don't be sorry for me, because the way you think I'm
livin'.
> Because I am just so thankful for, this life that I have been given.
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> I really don't want your pity, that's something I just don't expect.
> But I ask for common courtesy, and some much deserved respect.
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> And if you can look beyond the fact, that I spend my days in a chair.
> You'll be surprise to discover, there is a real person living there.
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> To open yourself, even to people who are very close, is risky. Such
> is the
> worldly teaching. That's why everybody has become closed. Nobody
opens
> one's petals fearlessly like a flower, dancing in the wind, and in
> the rain, and
> in the sun... so fragile but without any fear. We are all living
> with closed petals,
> afraid that if we open up we will become vulnerable. The first step
> is, never
> pretend. Whatever the consequence, be true. EXCERPTED FROM the
> article:
> Becoming An Authentic Rebel by Osho.
>


I have a disability, Spina Bifida to be exact and use a wheelchair. The above poem expresses exactly how I feel people view me and others with disabilities on a daily basis. Having volunteered through Courage Center and providing new volunteers being trained in with a little background into my disability, I now try to do that in my everyday life when out with friends or family, at work, here on AP, etc. Anything you would like to know, just ask! I am open about all of it when the time to share is appropriate (in other words, the more I get to know you, the more I will share). I am mentioning this only because this is something else that my poetry may reflect.

Enjoy! Thank you for stopping by my page and leaving your most appreciated comments!

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Now I would like to introduce you to my AP family and friends:....

Cupcrazy ~ Fairy Godmother, has become VERY much like a real mom to me too! I Love You!, allpoetry.com/poets/Cupcrazy

Sonja ~ Fairy Pixie Mom, allpoetry.com/poets/Sonja

JohnnyD ~ Dad, allpoetry.com/poets/JohnnyD

Mike Howes ~ My AP reflection, http://allpoetry.com/Mike%20Howes

FaeryPixieFey ~ Big Sis, allpoetry.com/poets/FaeryPixieFey

Poetryintheblood ~ Sister, http://allpoetry.com/Poetryintheblood

Wolf Mistress ~ Sister, allpoetry.com/poets/Wolf%20Mistress

SensualWhispers ~ Niece, http://allpoetry.com/SensualWhispers

Rockerchkpoet ~ Niece, allpoetry.com/poets/rockerchkpoet

AKM Maryian Warrior ~ Niece, allpoetry.com/poets/AKM%20Maryian%20Warrior

PoetryPuppy ~ Niece, allpoetry.com/poets/PoetryPuppy

Curtkf ~ My teacher/mentor, but most of all, my lover in lust and poetry, allpoetry.com/poets/Curtkf

Ted E Bare ~ Husband, allpoetry.com/poets/Ted%20E%20Bare

Sensual Sapphire ~ Real-life friend, AP grammaw, allpoetry.com/poets/Sensual%20Sapphire


Please when you have a moment, go to their pages as well and check out their work too! Each of them, in the time that I have been here on AP have touched my life in a special way! To all of them, my heart, my soul, my deep love, my words, my thanks go out to each and every one of them! Thank You all for giving me another family to seek comfort in, share my emotions, feelings and thoughts with, laugh with but most of all, learn from and love with everything in me and except me for exactly who I am! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

I am now a Pixie too! Here is a little about my Pixie identity:

Your fairy is called Field Reedfilter\
She is a panpipe player and enchantment singer.
She lives in fields where wild flowers and poppies grow.
She is only seen on midsummer's eve.
She likes to wear red petals in her skirt. She has gentle green butterfly wings.