Poetry from the Heart
I once lived
But now
I am tucked away
In the shadows
Remembering days gone past
Can’t wait to grab hold
Of future days
Coming alive on a spring day
Watching trees come alive
Insects buzzing by
Grabbing a glass of water
How minute life is
At the same time
So large
David is bedridden. He sees himself in the shadows. His emotions and wisdom emerge when he speaks in creative phrases or paints with one hand. Creative arts and the challenge to use the imagination bring forth freedom that surpasses the body. David can be “who he is” in spite of not having the physical capabilities to express the depths of the soul. So much can be expressed not only with words that come out in poetry, but with color, and brushstrokes, and even the beat of a drum!