The Wheelchair

Contained within this single item, were all of her doubts and fears

Constantly though, she had it forced upon her and had to be brave

Consumed by hatred and denial for all of these long, long years

Constrained by the lies told by friends and family, she was just a slave

But when has the world ever been fair?

 

Misguided, she never knew her destination

Mistreated, she never realized her potential

Misunderstood, she never achieved salvation

Mistaken, she never felt reverential

What could she do other than despair?

 

Predetermined no longer, she began to ask questions

Predeveloped, she began to cast her form

Predefined no longer, she began to fight the oppression

Predelivered, she prepared for the oncoming storm

Quietly she prayed her little prayer

 

Translocating the truth with the lies

Transforming, she began to learn how to be

Transposing her enemies with her allies

Transcending, she at once was finally free

No longer would she be pushed around in her wheelchair

 

For the first time in ages

She stood and walked on her own

Went slowly through all the stages

And through all the hazy darkness she shone

No longer would she be pushed around in her wheelchair

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