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growing
though I have grown weak,
I have also grown stronger,
as each day takes its toll
my spirit grows keener.
now the sun touches me
every year, brighter.
my circulation is crap,
but my heart's beating faster.
I laugh now with passion,
I cry only with rage,
I take help when I need it
and I'm a warrior by day,
I am learning to be
proudly, all that I am,
for each day is a gift
and it's glory is mine.
© June 2003
clair lewis
Disabled activist
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