Stacy George (April 22,1969 / Bedford, Indiana)
Alone I Stand
I walk alone.
Me, my soul, mind, and body.
There is an inferno of turmoil directed
at us for what we have become.
This is neither a wanted change nor a needed response.
Yet therein lies the devil in waiting,
those who are not nor cannot concern themselves us.
It is a burden to be our friend in this hour of need.
Amazing the true colors they only show under such duress.
So here I stand alone just me and my disability.
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