The Crippled Place

I write & I don’t have to show my face.
I write & I don’t have to know my place.
I write & live at my own pace.

When I write, I write from a crippled place.

I write & I don’t have to hate myself. I write & I don’t have to lie.
I write knowing I can come off the shelf.


When I write, I write from a crippled place.

I write inside this prison that I & others built.
I write inside a dungeon of doubt.
I write so I can hide it with gilt.


When I write I write from a crippled place.

I write knowing it’s my only chance.
I write knowing it’s my lock-pick.
I write for a change in circumstance.


When I write I write from a crippled place.

I write because I cannot leave.
I write because I cannot stay. I write because it helps me grieve.


When I write, I write from a crippled place.


I write because no one is coming to relieve. I write because it makes me feel better.
I write because it helps the magic to believe.

When I write, I write from a crippled place. A place I know has no reprieve. And yet there’s a defiant smile on my face.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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