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Aphasia Will Not Be Silent
Thoughts about life after stroke and brain trauma written by people with aphasia.
As my sweet spirit ascends so bright, essence reminds me its star is shining so radiantly tonight
Today as I humbly walk the walk, I will never lose the gift of wonder. As I walk the walk embracing my flaws, I will try to get right what I got wrong yesterday. I will remold my soul from sculptured clay while experiencing the rite of passage.
“Normal” people are happiness and laughter. Depressed and trouble. Anger and hatred. Regret and sorrow.
In “A Moment of Hope”, think about the seeds that you planted in the ground and decide if it’s time to reap the love of grace and favor you have sowed.
On Nov 12, 2018, I was hit by a car and no more sounded real. In a dream, I felt like in 2 or 3 days to go home with my friends. But in fact, I lay coma for 4 weeks, said Regina, my friend/my “sister”. In hospital, it was
Today, as I held on to my breath of life, I saw a beautiful rainbow in the sky displaying multiple fantastic colors. As I perceived that rainbow bowing down to greet me, I, without awareness, rose up to meet that rainbow.
For many years I felt like a captured caged bird that sings and sings and sings, just waiting for someone to come by, open the caged door and allow me to fly free.
After having a stroke, I am grateful for all of the reassurance you have provided when I was lost in the wilderness and could not find my way.
In layperson’s terms, we know what Aphasia is. Aphasia is after having a stroke, sometimes when we try to speak the words and the words will not come.
My first autumn memory, which stays with me, was returning to school after summer break. Each year, a few days after Labor Day, of course before there was the alarm of climate change, it would rain nonstop in our city.
In reading poetry sometimes you find that special poet who captures your soul; a poet that reads your spirit while you are reading her poetry.