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Nov 2014
In a body that is worn and broken,
But my spirit is intact and alert.
Although i can not communicate,
My feelings can be hurt.

It may seem like, i am not listening,
my mind is somewhere not known to you.
But i am fully aware of my surroundings,
You think i cannot communicate “ But i do“

I scream at you, for attention,
I shout for you to give me time.
Please take the time to listen,
I do live in this body of mine.

My limbs are stiff and immobile,
I can not run and my arms will never be open.
But inside, i am still a person,
Even though my body is broken.

Sheila
17/11/2014
Sheila Hackett
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Sheila Hackett  Lancaster
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