It’s difficult to be “handicapped” or “disabled” or so labelled.
It’s easy to give in and to feel that you’re unable.
The sticker on your car or the card that’s in your purse,
It only says you’re different – nothing more and nothing worse.
We’re still the same old person, on the inside, deep down deep,
We’ve still the same desires, wishes, memories to keep,
We may have changed our outside look, our appearance or our style,
But all that’s coming out is what was hidden all the while.
By all the “tragic” happenings we’ve lived through and expressed,
We can use these opportunities to find our happiness,
For we all decide our attitude, our success in what we do,
By the way we think about it as we carry feeling through.
So, no matter what your history and no matter what your path,
We all search for our own truth in a smile and in a laugh,
And we all know when we’ve found it, when we’ve let go what’s held so tight,
And find within our inner selves, the stillness and the light.
So, let your inside out in the way you only can,
Release the inner woman or the man,
Be still when life requires it, be louder when you need,
And express the joy of living in your thought and in your deed.
© Copyright Robin McShane – August 2001
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