I am not sure how many pieces that we can enter in the contest so I will follow along with others that have shared more than one entry and will do the same.
Please note to view my links, in case you don’t know how, first try clicking on the link (although it is not working for me as it takes me to an empty page)if that doesn’t work then click on the first part of the link then move your mouse over to the end of the link,then right click and click on copy, the go to a new tab and paste the link in the address bar and press enter, the link will pull up.
Yes, I do stay up late at night, or way past early in the morning and of course Dr. Diana is right, I am usually working on something.
I love to write, I have been writing poetry for a long time and I especially love to write for children. I also love to read stories to people and kids, I guess it is my little bit of a drama queen shinning through. It seems that I can’t on just on area so I will share a few of them with you.
The first is of myself singing a song that I re-wrote, and it is about being afraid of my future but yet what I have to look forward to after living life with EDS. Here is the link to the youtube video:
The second piece is a poem I wrote when I was in a rather dark place and I was questioning a statement that I once had heard. I wonder how many feel the same as I do, like I am just a giant freak and am truly flawed but on purpose or not? Here is the poem:
By Amy Hosp
February 20, 2013
Someone once said that I am intentionally flawed to make me unique.
I say I am too weird and that others see me as a freak.
No, not a freak in an eccentric kind of way,
There is nothing interesting about the freakishness that I am, in any way.
Where and when do I fit in? Let me count the times and places
Oh yes, there are no times only really long spaces.
Spaces of emptiness where I am all alone,
Stuck in my differences, like a statue made of stone.
Why is it me who must carry this load?
Why can’t I get up and walk down a different road?
Why can’t I have a life in the norm,
Instead of a life that seems to have been destroyed by a storm?
A life where God does not trust me so much,
A trust from God, in me, I was told, that allows me to carry such.
Such a difference that sets me apart,
Not in a positive way, like if I were smart,
But rather in a way that makes my life and my body looks strange,
A life and body that is way far out of normal range.
Do I have a choice to continue on in this quandary of differentness that haunts every thought that moves through my head?
Do I have the choice to decide if I want to be alive or dead?
The person who said that I am intentionally flawed to make me unique,
That person should have seen that I am nothing but a very disgustingly flawed giant freak!
The last one I want to share is a reading of one of my favorite stories. I love to make people laugh and have a good time and I hope to do that through this story. Here is the link to Ole Dry Fry:
I also love photography! Here is one of my pieces from my website. You can see more photos available for sale at: