It courses through my veins.

Born half paralyzed.

Through my mothers loving embrace.

I regain command over my body.

Disabilities plague my mind.

Humiliation frustration plague my soul.

Slow to learn fast to keep up.

Rolling with the punches a way of life.

Inspiration flows through my heart.

Creativity pours from my fingertips.

Originality becomes a way to calm the storm.

Resourceful till the end of time.

I Am...

Resilient down to the Bone.