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Sep 2014
You saw the sunrise
over the mountain
this morning
way before I ever did
from your elevated position
You herded onto the bus
as I sat to the side
I didn't want to get
in the way
and be an imposition
Just three feet ahead of you
at the coffee shop
I struggled with the door
You stepped around me
and waltzed on through
ordering your cafe latte
as I struggled some more
On a very steep incline
it would be alright
if you asked me
You wanna ride?
I'd happily sit back
with my hands in my lap
I get very tired sometimes
I've never been
much of an athlete
but since I became 'half one'
I've actually learned
how to run!
How to shoot hoops
in basketball
and how to dance
I've even found
True Romance
For even if my legs don't work
no more
and I can no longer feel my feet
upon the floor
My memories provide
a solid ground
I know I'm not static
I can still move around
I'm not in a wheelchair, I don't know anybody in a wheelchair, I think this is one of my 'automatic writing' moments and hope it connects to somewhere out there.
I heard your whisper ;)
Helen
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Helen  nowhere special
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