Breath & Shadow
A Journal of Disability Culture and Literature
All There Is
I sit in a world of beauty.
I sit in pain, among all the wonderful glory given for me.
I am so out of place. I neither sing nor bow.
Am I just to be a backdrop to the world's wonder?
The tree whispers, do not cry. I will lose my leaves
The flowers say we too will go, but
The grass says I shall be buried, but
You too, dear friend, must cry in season, but
Previously published in "Poetry As Prayer, Appalachian Women Speak" 2006.
Gail Livesay is fiftyeight years old and lives in Berea, Kentucky with her husband Wayne. They have two children, Lisa and Michael and have been blessed with two granddaughters, Hannah and Marina. Gail's passion is writing poetry. She also enjoys painting and drawing.
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