Handicaps are tools

by patrick   Apr 23, 2017




Blind fold in place
Hearing aid on my bed side table
All there is, is black and the blood rushing

The sound of nothing, picks at me
An internal thing, nocturnal
Its total isolation
Fertile ground to sow imagination bold

Dancing to my own tune in this black spot
Not too many, know this place
Its foreign, even alien
On a planet were sound and sight dominate

But it’s my play ground
A very private space
I have said it before handicaps are tools
Tools to use to stay ahead in this race to the grave

Patrick Watson 2017

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  • 7 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Oh be still my heart Patrick!

    This poem is powerful and I am a firm believer in making life work with what has been delt....

    Really happy I read this poem today!

  • 7 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    An interesting thought provoking piece. Having spent some time with blind people of different ages and backgrounds, one of the things that I discovered was how the challenges of being blind impact people differetly based on background and the age they went blind. So this piece certainly does provoke positive thoughts

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Patrick, I liked this a lot. I have twin uncles that are blind and they have never let that stop them from doing anything. They navigate better than a lot of sighted people. The ability to shut out the world has it's pluses. I can totally see where at first it could be quite unnerving but after awhile rather tranquil. Well done-

  • 7 years ago

    by Pagan Paul

    Very much like meditation, no sound or sight, just being.
    I've built a forest world in my head to escape to, especially when the depression hits. I guess my bi-polar disorder is a handicap, and my forest world helps.
    Nice write Patrick.
    PPx

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