He makes a scene everywhere we go
People stare like I’m a show
He can be unruly and wild
Making me look like a child
In the depths of my mind
I am smart but left behind
All my life he’s steered the ship
You only see the icebergs tip
Deep inside I’m so tired
But he is always terribly wired
I try my best to calm him down
He’s the one to make you frown
Give him an inch, he takes a mile
But truly I want to see you smile
Please believe me, I am not him
He is my body, made of limbs
My name is Ezra.
Nothing compares to being able to communicate. I’m not meaning how most others talk with their voice. I have to point to letters. God gives his strength to me. His good graces have blessed me with the will to keep going when it’s been hard. It has been hard most of my life. I questioned myself for a long time. I’m happy to have finally proven myself wrong. I can’t believe I am actually writing a blog. God is good. Everyone always has a choice whether or not to have faith. All of us must choose faith.
