Facing my limits isn’t something new for me. However, life with a physical disability looks and feels different as an adult in a way. I’m not hopping on a school bus every day. I’m not interacting with many of the same people I knew in childhood. I’m no longer living on a college campus away from my hometown. All of that is in my past and it was good. But I grew up. I became an adult.
I entered my 20s (and now my 30s) and I started to wrestle with my limitations. It’s not that I wanted to erase any part of my story. I am who I am because of every piece of my journey. I just felt these questions in my heart. I saw things I wanted to do. I found a variety of dreams I hadn’t necessarily put to words before.
What would I want to do? If I didn’t have Arthrogryposis, if I didn’t need others in the day-to-day details, what could I imagine?
Several years ago I began to write. The poems poured out of me. I had a lot I wanted to understand. And I gave myself permission to dream.
This is a poem from that year, the year I grew up a little more, the year I realized I needed writing. It was, and still is, a way for me to process, a space for me to be completely honest with myself and then others.
These are the simple dreams I long to do:
simple dreams i long to do
instead i must rely on you,
or try to change my point of view…
take a trip, drive a car,
visit friends who live afar,
cook a meal, do my hair,
have no need for a wheelchair,
ride a bike, run a mile,
take friends’ kids for a while,
reach a book, live on my own,
have extended time alone,
walk barefoot, wear other shoes,
leave town whenever i choose,
such things i can only dream,
waiting for the one to redeem.
What are some of your simple dreams?
You can create your own version of this poem right now. Download a blank poem and get ready to post it on Facebook and/or Instagram this Friday. We’ll share our poems and bravely share our dreams. Add the hashtag #simpledreams so we can follow along and see those dreams, big or small.
Come back next Tuesday for Part Two!
Beautiful, once again. Thank you for your open heart and willingness to share with your readers and followers.
Thank you for being here and encouraging me along the way.