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My Wheelchair ♿

My Wheelchair ♿

 never tired, never the truth
But no way out of it, a game played without choice”
life simply’
makes a participant out of you,
In my case 3-mill straight to the gut.
Noun in favor” plus a stadium seat ” to watch a lifetime replay,
from sidelines”
. plus i  heard the visiting team,
bought’ a gold bird cage,
to last “as long as forever.
Hey they ask to score. The truth is they could of gone with the game punch out..but no they went straight call of duty
low blow edition
And a loss’ to last a life.
My foot’ my two feet
neither stand me.
And not” one i can stand.  Now let's just say if i travel or go to trial im going to activate all detectors Accorse more attention’ that i don't need.
But it is what it is, not supposed to be, but it is.  So now what.
that calls himself a teammate..
His fast and never tired .. That's funny “ like he can literally go forever, and not lose its breath..like he has been carried” or something was pushing him, that's great.?  But no so much for me...so give him the attention it screams for my friend and teammate mr, wheelchair but we call him the frame others wheelz..but belief there's more to him than just that.  He has Round flaked marathons amd some nice fit to grip push rims.. They come in 22’.
I seen bigger tho” nice huh.
And fitted spokes’ they come in any color.. Nice huh..
And plastered on flat blazing heat   melting pavement, and i pull and it pushes,
As approaching momentum
and blisters interrupting
The distances
and their differences
And still indecisive’ internal will or hopes
to arrive at my peaceful nightmare
But finally and interrupting”
 I now feel  the pain’ brutal poun
chewing thru the heels the motivate my wheels.
as if they were never there.
my arms 70 pounds each
and cant even point at the sky.
The truth’ seems harder,
Picking a  feather up
and pointing it  above my sky.
Now 17 year rounds’
me against the the proud,
if u bet on me i'll probably stop you.. Yes that weak . u see me now”
but you weren't here’ to see me on my fight night.  I started 8 miles ago and those two hills. Yeah i know no big deal..just” that it's real.
so I lean on my last resort
My Hope my antidote
but I see
it's only a replacement for the word
i can't no more.
I let go and im actually walking know or should i say floating Im finally happy now ..

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sparrowsong

Hello Joey...

I lost my sight twice and I know how important a positive attitude is even when you have to talk yourself into it because, you're still alive and everything is different...

I began thinking of blind jokes so people wouldn't feel sorry for me...

I knew if I said it when I had my sight I would surely offend people, that would never be what I would want to do...

But, I could certainly make fun of myself...

You have a lot of strength and there's probably a child or someone who could certainly use a friend like you...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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?POETRYDELIVERY

Thank you.. I dont think wen i write. I wish i could . if i do i wont write wint let me. So i write with my heart. All mean good so im clear of sin. Irs my struggle and im here stronger than yesterday prouder then yesteday and love like if i was to die yesterday. Thank you. Coming from you its enought. More than enough .?

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