Laughed at, scorned, and alone,
Looking for a direction to go—
Lost in the crowd, longing for a friend.
You're told you are helpless, never shown
A way to grow—
Battered and tired by the contempt
Of those considered “normal”—
Suppressed by the ones you need most,
Who need to realize and accept
God did not create us to be scornful—
Each soul is unique; each skill, a gift
To be used by our Creator—
Though it may seem a disability,
A serious limitation, or rift,
God has empowered you for something greater.
Author’s Note: This poem is written to all people living with disabilities or limitations who have felt the pain of being misunderstood. We don’t have to feel pressure to be “able” because we serve a God who always is.