‘Tis strange, nobody needs me as myself with
my strong points and shortcomings, they need
service and care of a certain kind and if I
provide they accept that I am there
But the words that gurgle in my throat and the
laughter that bubbles on my lips, my sense of
humour and view of the world, my questions,
thoughts and ideas are outlawed
This is why I write, to communicate the feelings
and thoughts that live within, never verbalised,
expressed in writing and pictures, the real me
delight in being and seeing
Listening and thinking, escaping the bonds
of humanity!
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delight-in-being-13-10-09/
