The musing of a wheelchair mate.
In a world where all have to able,one hand of mine
can't distinguish coins from stone,
one leg in cast,
immobile limbs
cartwheels
the wheelchair
mobile spirit and wit
while weighing the worth of my soul
build not a career but life
worth living without waste. I am
crippled by your disability
to understand
we are divided
against each other
through scales and feathers
through economics
but then through breathing
and beating heart are,
again united.
As life we exist, nothing to add
or to remove
and we alone decide what kind of day
each day will be, where we put our
attention, is the determining factor,
no matter you leap the sky, droning
across the clouds, we move
in years with equal ease.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-09-08 at 02:30
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