A Poem About Disability

My Window

In my room there is a window

Really, it’s nothing quite special

Except the things I see outside.

Just this morning I watched the rain,

I watched it fall and roll down my pane,

Shivering

Imagining the cold, the wind and…

Say, do you have a window where you watch the rain?

Holed up inside, I watch the world,

People pass me by,

Some of them wave

or tell a lie:

“Someday you’ll be here, if you just try!”

… As if they’re on the right side of life.

Oh, I used to try to step out of my window and join the crowd

I wanted to walk among them and say aloud,

“I’m here; I’ve made it!”

as if there’s an “up,” or perhaps a “down.”

It took some time, but now I see,

My window is not a prison in which I keep

Myself locked up inside

For when I turn around I find

Behind the curtains of that big golden show,

There’s a beauty to be found

On my side of my window.