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A Stutterers Tale
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A Stutterers Tale |
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Keith Morgan Member
since 2001-10-29
Posts 114Md |
Breaking The Silence I want to tell you a story You must listen carefully Or my soft-spoken words will pass you by There was once a little boy With big brown eyes and chocolate brown skin His dimples were deeper than a crater Smile wider than an abyss A single mother gave him love A single mother gave him her trait A smile is what he spoke A frown is how he wept Growing up with that smile His weapon against the world His hope for an answer Not quite knowing how to ask He spoke only when necessary Listened only with necessity Words became his nightmare His worst fear in life Attacked by misunderstanding Stalked by non-communication Burdensome this condition His left-brain inflicted An excessive amount of Dopamine His books say is the cause Foreign these words are to a child Real the pain they have caused As a teenager things got no better Still haunted by visions of words Challenged more by life each day Therapist he would entertain Answers they could not ascertain The quiet guy with a smile What he became known as Few friends he entrusted Ignorant foes he encountered “A quiet man is a dangerous man” That is what they whispered “I am not a bad guy” He thought to himself “One day I will tell them When I find the words” A grown man now No closer to finding his words But closer to finding himself Speaking less frequently Observing more acutely Trusting very cautiously Reading almost fervently Imagining often vividly Absorbing reality Understanding the cause Finally accepting himself Fear of verbal speech Turned to strength of self-expression Speaking but not literally Expressing his thoughts artistically Beautiful tattoos on his body Tell a story much like mines Life vs. Death Hope vs. Despair Written words would become powerful An alternative to spoken His poetic words Speak a lifetime of missed chances And a future of self-discovery This is where I end this story Because this is where my life begins A better understanding of life in general Has been the key to accepting my infliction To embrace it as a gift You see, stuttering is something I cannot change But I can control it Sometimes I let it roam freely Confident I am it’s master Fluent words of strength I command it at a moments notice Inside I am still the smiling boy But outside is the man Facing my challenges Breaking my silence Marcel |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Keith....if this is of yourself....You are learning well how to express beyond an affliction that causes so much grief by those who endure it. You have penned many feelings and thoughts within this message. A very powerful message to all of us. Thank You for sharing. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
How brave this is...to be a person who stutters...when they try to hard not to... this, I know... thank you for this... |
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Keith Morgan Member
since 2001-10-29
Posts 114Md |
Thank you. Having suffered so long from the impediment I have just recently learned how to deal with it. I hope this piece will help others. |
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