Hidden Heart
Oh joy, it was still here! The site, Poetrypoem, Hiddenheart/Secret Place, everything, I am back in Kansas, there is no place like home! I have continued to write and will endeavor to place as much effort in dressing and adding to the site as I can possibly muster, and my family will abide! It is as if the Wizard of Oz was playing when Monique so skillfully guided back on the yellow brick road of gold! Thank you! I hope you enjoy, I hope that thoughts are provoked, insights gained, and feelings are shared as words pictures of my world, I share with you. fp June 04
Is it always after a period of cartharthis that a fresh sense of inspriration comes along with the energy to carry it through? Its been a 2 or 3 months, I've written but haven't gotten it posted, and then I haven't written. I have fallen victum to that darkness that afflicts some of us, that of depression, the type that with an empathy as large as any artist must have to see the beauty and the pain there is, fills my world at times with a sluggish weight of awareness...that lets my slow breaths match my heavy eye lids, and all I do is rest, slumbering, a Rip van Winklish escape from the oppression of a present reality that I choose not to chosse! I will regain my strength as if kept from the expsosure of kryptonite like Superman I will regain my strength to fight again and fight against that dark day that comes against us all I must.
Oh boy, what a start, two months and I finally tell you some news...
May 19, 2002 I was involved in a single car accident. The car I was driving went out of control and hit a tree headon. I was life-flighted after being removed with the jaws of life being used on the passenger side. I sustained two broken legs, broken ribs, a collapsed lung, and of course the usual cuts and bruises that goes along with the gore of an auto accident. The passenger received bruises from the use of a seatbelt. Thats all!!! I had mine on as well, just not the lap belt. It may have been a very different accident. No air bag, 1991 model, didn't need one...RIGHT! The seatbelt left a burn across my chest that will turn into quite a scar. I never knew I was so vain. I received a Harry Potter scar on my forehead. I know this trivia because a nurse came in and took a picture of it to show her children that someone kin to Harry was in the place where she works...sez it was an auto accident, Muggles every where! Oh yeah, a turning point in my life.
This changes me. I am in a wheel chair and should be thankful just to be alive. I am working out with six pound weights that seem heavy after 30 repitions. I am writing this and should be even more thankful for the use of fingers which were scarred and still are sore, especially the right hand. I need to go to a dentist to straighten the remainder of my teeth. Yes, I have changed alot.
Some may not recognize me or want to. I have felt the stares of everyday people who look at the wheelchair and pity, or scorn fills their countenance unbe knowngst to them I'm sure. I have been challenged to open doors;dorrs that very heavy in Dr.'s offices and hospitals no less, ones in stores that you have to master the art of rolling forward and backward at the same time (for milk and other refrigerated products), and doors without ramps. I could enter the Xtreme sports just on that one! I have changed alot.
I invented a device for overcoming the places that don't have ramps. I want to think and brainstorm of things to help those who want to help themselves. I look people in the eyes that pass as I roll on by. I smile. And if perchance they speak to me I tell that better than a chimney sweep, I'll pray for whatever it is they need, and know they will be thankful too, real soon. I remain yours faithfully. Fletcher Pen
Is it always after a period of cartharthis that a fresh sense of inspriration comes along with the energy to carry it through? Its been a 2 or 3 months, I've written but haven't gotten it posted, and then I haven't written. I have fallen victum to that darkness that afflicts some of us, that of depression, the type that with an empathy as large as any artist must have to see the beauty and the pain there is, fills my world at times with a sluggish weight of awareness...that lets my slow breaths match my heavy eye lids, and all I do is rest, slumbering, a Rip van Winklish escape from the oppression of a present reality that I choose not to chosse! I will regain my strength as if kept from the expsosure of kryptonite like Superman I will regain my strength to fight again and fight against that dark day that comes against us all I must.
Oh boy, what a start, two months and I finally tell you some news...
May 19, 2002 I was involved in a single car accident. The car I was driving went out of control and hit a tree headon. I was life-flighted after being removed with the jaws of life being used on the passenger side. I sustained two broken legs, broken ribs, a collapsed lung, and of course the usual cuts and bruises that goes along with the gore of an auto accident. The passenger received bruises from the use of a seatbelt. Thats all!!! I had mine on as well, just not the lap belt. It may have been a very different accident. No air bag, 1991 model, didn't need one...RIGHT! The seatbelt left a burn across my chest that will turn into quite a scar. I never knew I was so vain. I received a Harry Potter scar on my forehead. I know this trivia because a nurse came in and took a picture of it to show her children that someone kin to Harry was in the place where she works...sez it was an auto accident, Muggles every where! Oh yeah, a turning point in my life.
This changes me. I am in a wheel chair and should be thankful just to be alive. I am working out with six pound weights that seem heavy after 30 repitions. I am writing this and should be even more thankful for the use of fingers which were scarred and still are sore, especially the right hand. I need to go to a dentist to straighten the remainder of my teeth. Yes, I have changed alot.
Some may not recognize me or want to. I have felt the stares of everyday people who look at the wheelchair and pity, or scorn fills their countenance unbe knowngst to them I'm sure. I have been challenged to open doors;dorrs that very heavy in Dr.'s offices and hospitals no less, ones in stores that you have to master the art of rolling forward and backward at the same time (for milk and other refrigerated products), and doors without ramps. I could enter the Xtreme sports just on that one! I have changed alot.
I invented a device for overcoming the places that don't have ramps. I want to think and brainstorm of things to help those who want to help themselves. I look people in the eyes that pass as I roll on by. I smile. And if perchance they speak to me I tell that better than a chimney sweep, I'll pray for whatever it is they need, and know they will be thankful too, real soon. I remain yours faithfully. Fletcher Pen
