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Disabled Dreamer

Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • Tranquility Poem

    As I move further up into the mountains, green closes in on all sides.  Living walls that both close in to give comfort to the body and open the mind.  Senses sharpen, I see the great redwoods in all their wonder.  Mountain misery the only perfume of these great giants.  The sun is no longer…

  • The Christian Faith

    I was raised by two Christian parents and exposed to the faith at a very young age. It did not take long for me to also take it in as a part of my identity. I wanted to please my parents at the time but it also made sense to me. The existence of God,…

  • Coming to Terms With Progressive Weakness

    The idea of being disabled is easy to except on it’s own. Let me explain. A label of disability is nothing more than a label and everyone has a different level of disability. Adaptation occurs and life is bent to a livable direction. It’s like shaping a bonsai. Areas of struggle are carefully guided and,…

  • Leather Recliner Poem

    There are two chairs in my house.Or perhaps only one.The one I was held as a child in against his heart.The one I can hear his uneven breathing from at five in the afternoon.The chair he would hold me upright in so I could pretend to walk.The chair he reached out to me from with…

  • My Heart Poem

    Such a viral catalyst.It can paint the most bleak picture in the colors of the sun.The most golden energy pumped through my being.Heat spread all the way to the ends of my toes. Sometimes it burns too hot, To compensate for those that drown.The pain is relentless if not attended to.A pain I hate but…

  • Keys February 29th

    Perspective: 1st and modified 3rd person I’m looking down on the inside of some type of cave system. Ruins are scattered around as well as abandoned technology. Old and half destroyed trains lay about like discarded crushed cans. I am viewing it all like a top down game. A character with a sword and staff…

  • Sanctuary Poem

    In the deep blue is where I meet myself.Gravity does not exist.I can move in any direction I wish.Healing is found in the deepest of places. One can swim down,But it is never dark.The warm water closes in on sides like a gentle hug.The soul is freed. It is impossible to drown here.One may freely…

  • Hope Poem

    I see the ground before me.The ground broken by many feet before mine.I can see myself walking the same path in my own mind.I want to go down this same path. I strain every muscle in my legs to move.Will my feet to touch the ground and thrive.I can almost convince myself it is happening.So…

  • The Danger of a Blood Clot

    A blood clot stuck in a vein or DVT is not a common worry for a younger healthy person. Usually it’s associated with trauma, poor health, long haul trucking, or the elderly. Several of these things have one thing in common: being sedentary. When a person considers that as a risk factor, the fact that…

  • Fire Lyrical Poem

    I don’t even remember that day.The day that particular fire left me.It was like an ember cast to the wind.Stolen so fast that I didn’t even know it lost. A different treasure was left in its place.Gold exchanged for diamond.That statue called Reality dressed in the precious metals of perspective.It is still very valuable but…