Friday, April 18, 2014

Wheelchairs Wanted (Verse)

Sometimes I am strong –
   I am wood
   or steel
   or something even harder
And there are no tears
   no broken things
   or burned letters
   or loud swearing of oaths
   or emphases of anger.

Other times I am weak –
   an emotional cripple,
   a spiritual invalid,
   my mind and
   my soul rendered immobile,
With no canes,
   no walkers,
   no wheelchairs

   to aid inner locomotion.