Enablement
Quite often, we come across someone, we think of, as disabled, And quickly correct our thought, they are differently abled, If we only took the time to understand, what makes us perfect, We would know, anything perfect, is merely an
Escape
People mistakenly think the darkest hour, is the one before dawn, The darkest hour, is one at which hope has finally withdrawn, Without hope, helplessness is the only player still in the game, But with nobody to play against, the
Distribute
I had helped save millions of lives, or so I was told, And how many more I would help, couldn’t be foretold, At a time, when people were dying from being in the cold, I had apparently given survival a
Confession
I still don’t want to believe it has already been ten years, Maybe because it is so much easier to recount the tears, The days, months, years just dissolved, I gave time no value, Thinking, why would I need a
Isthmus
The things that keep us together, are the ones keeping us apart, And the things keeping us apart, are the strings tying each other’s heart, Even two rooms with a common wall, are separated by a door, When opened, it