Her Disability

She was disabled too,

A way unseen to you,

Tender bones with good motion,

But all with fallen emotion,

Her Less past more sore,

Flashed episodes of unclosed door,

A dead feelings uncured,

Or numbness endured,

Too Young Yet Too Old,

Living a life untold,

But still continue to bloom,

Rising from gloom,

Seeking care of her soul,

Linking her pieces to turn whole.