Am I crazy?
Lazy or just plain dumb?
Should I return to my crib
And suck back on my thumb?
Sometimes a human can toss a knotted-less rope
My hands are too slippery and I miss that chance
To make others understand
I don’t want to sing to your dance.
What were the right words
To say unto you
That you may hear my truth
In all that you do.
So many others hit walls and are stopped
They try explaining their feelings to a non-ticking clock
We return to our homes and we wish they’d live in our shoes
I wonder how they’d feel and what would they do
.Invisible illness and anything rare
Is something we fight straight from our chairs
Every day praying someone will understand
We’ll keep our hope until they raise their hands.
Written by,Terry Shepherd09/30/2021