When My Back Is Against the Wall
A gloomy dayamong dark clouds, along with
the rain coming down.
Red brick walls,
scratching against my bare back,
bleeding from within.
Bruises showing on the outside.
Pain falling from my tears.
I know help is coming.
Sunshine awaits me.
The sun shines, brightly.
And again I pray.
A great blessing
came upon me in result
but it took patience.
Tunnels of light,
I face the wall where my
back is no more.
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I am twenty-one years of age and was born in a city by the name of Lexington in Kentucky. It's better known as the home of the bluegrass. I am the only child my parents had. I was born with a disability called TAR syndrome; this syndrome causes a person's arms to be shorter than the average person. I never let my disability stop me from doing the things I want to do. My late grandfather had a saying and it went like this: "A quitter never wins and a winner never quits." God bless!