What’s It Like?

What’s it like

To be a lesser than?

To not have

A valid point of view?

To not instill respect

From others aware of your faults?

What’s it like

To have an attorney tell you

You have a crazy look in your eyes,

That will be good for your case

Of total and permanent disability?

What’s it like to have your rights

Taken away from you,

So that you can receive help

With an illness you were born with?

I bet it takes some getting used to,

To be a second class citizen,

Because of your mental activity.

Perhaps you should write a book!

But would anyone care to read it?

Snow

Sad songs sing from my soul.

The deepest chasm, I fall down into.

The longest, loudest sigh erupts from my mouth.

Quiet, calm, caress smoothly, soft as a prayer.

To latch onto, to cling, to grab, to hoist.

Oh, to be released from shame. To be free again.

Close, capture, cover, envelop, help, realize.

Move upwards into the sky, through the clouds,

Resting on a mountain top of snow.