My Stutter

By James Harker, Jr.

To not know pain, you can not know me

For I was shrouded in a robe of tears.I have taken all of the jousts and jeers,And they have left me in pure agony.

Like a tasteless apple - a rootless tree,

It just got more sour over the years.Yet I lived my nightmares, and faced my fears;Rode the waves, rather than drown in life's sea.

And though my tomb is shut, I hear all things.

My eyes are sharper - my touch is so kind;Which is moreso than some poor souls can do.

My mouth may be stone, but my heart has wings;

And each day on earth is a brand new find.All the things I have help to get me through.