Wisdom feels lonely

Last Tuesday wisdom was having breakfast

Alone, again, for the ten thousand week in a row

She laughs away her loneliness

While thinking about how many people have her on their Facebook

But always ignore her comments

I guess having her in your circle of trusted friends might give you status

Even if you don’t care enough to call her on her birthday

People live calling her at ungodly hours

Requesting answers to questions that don’t even exist

And then

With bewildered eyes burning like hungry furnaces

Scream wrathful rants when she denies to just tell them what they want to hear

Her life is a monotonous and continuous battle

Between her need of recognition and her need to be herself

 She even felt tempted to sell herself out just to have a day hanging out like normal people do

Then she came back into her senses

And so, it goes her morning

Writing on her blog

Receiving some phone calls

Answering some emails that she knows will not have an honest reply

And finally

Updating her resume

While collecting her check from unemployment

Verbal Parkour

I write the miles that my legs won’t run

Letting my tongue defy gravity as if balancing the universe with my verse was not a feat

Doing the actions that my feet can’t do because I do not limp with my pen

See, making sense is my work; my words allow me to dance

Freely

Jumping over the fence of disability giving mobility to my thoughts

So I can jump and forget what every step reminds me

Leap even though gravity is not my friend

Words lend me a whole new world where my soul can twirl and zigzag around frustration

Depression should not be an option

So I gave my low self esteem for adoption and by God’s grace I have moved on

Gone are the tears and name calling days

My knees always we be blazed with the painful reminder that I never succeed in sports

But sounds and expressions will always open the doors I need not closed