all that i have

Sunday morning after

tube filled with smoke 

descending upon me

as rain from the darkest of clouds

can’t see the sky blue

and so I sit while they walk 

for the hungry guilt hits me

like a bat to the back as I eat breakfast

wishing I could give them some 

of what I have it isn’t much

it’s much more and I feel so guilty

and only two sticks starting the fire today

not the greatest nights sleep

found myself lonely and tired

cold and alone on Sunday

sitting breathing and smiling

for I will not take for granted

my eyes and what I am able to do with ease

some will go about day to day

without ever thinking about those who cannot see

hear or do what we do with extreme ease

even superman confined to a wheelchair life

and how would that feel

ever wonder as I do

pen would fall from my hand

would lie motionless by my side

what courage to go on and not despair

true to his name imagine being lazy for a day

just sitting watching the television

and not doing anything else

are you comfortable?

—now imagine not having any choice

you can do nothing else

and even a simple task such as getting dressed

can take you hours

trapped in your head with nowhere to go

would you have the courage to blink

into tomorrow what if you couldn’t

look to the beautiful sunset sky

think about this everyday

an appreciation for all that I have…