Pygmalion
I look for things more often, when they are ones I cannot see, I know they were, because they are so clear in my mind, And once visible, my mind refuses to merely let them be, It pushes me to
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People mistakenly think the darkest hour, is the one before dawn, The darkest hour, is one at which hope has finally withdrawn, Without hope, helplessness is the only player still in the game, But with nobody to play against, the
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
Pollyanna
When you are faced with odds of insurmountable strength, It is all right, to not see the mission through to its full length, Will you forgo the applause, just to pull down the curtain, Or push forward until the goal