Voices chatter in my ears.
I can make out a line of benches and I squint.
Is this truly where I want to be?
Today’s the first day of camp.
surround every table
sunlight flitting through their hair,
waving its arms in the air.
sit in their hands,
with tomato-squeezed agony
as their faces change like traffic lights
with a smile every minute
as they chit and chat,
discussing each other’s cats.
Their voice mingle in the air, the early summer breeze kicking in.
I watch them and wonder,
how can they be so fond of one another?
Listen to voices everyday?
I can’t talk. Neither can I walk. So I sit here,
What would I do to be normal too?
Life’s not easy,
Neither is it great,
But I do what I can with my lemons,
Opening a stand and sharing what I have
and what I can.
Being disabled isn’t great,
We need to stop and learn not to hate,
Because there’s more than you know,
More than we can ever see.
She’s a girl who writes everyday. Crazy, insane they call her. She’s been known to be dedicated and hardworking and as a writer, aims to change the world with her literary works. Storyspiller has published on several websites, including her own blog and continues to everyday. You can find her at WRITING