Twenty-two Years Of Searching

Silly blind ignorant child anger burned such an innocent heart
black words dripping with venom spilt from numb lips
such hatred towards our creator was wrong
Agony clouded eyes so young- so sad
children run and feel the sweet grass beneath bare feet
such jealousy coursed through seething veins
lovingly mothers tend to their toddlers
memories bombard a wandering mind
"Why not me Lord?"
confusion-filled tears meandered down a face colored by anger
bitterness once rolled in waves down every crevis,
gifted to me was a mother selfish as a child
and a father too drunk to speak my name
was that not enough?
before my eathly life began he painted upon these limbs a curse-
or so it always seemed, "STUPID DISABILITY"
such were the heart-breaking cries of an angry child-
so tired of everything being so hard.
"WHAT WAS I GIVEN IF NOT FULL ABILITY TO WALK"
Your love? certainly not!
Time crumpled anger as if it were just a yellowed page
cruel words faded like nightmares in sunlight-
what was given but hidden so deep that it had to be sought out?
the gift of words, beautiful and flowing
a deafing voice when not a sound was heard