Wheelchair
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Outside,
The sky is overcast and gray.
Beautiful.
It looks as if it is about to rain,
Gorgeous fat drops falling,
A rhythm that beats the same pattern as my heart.
With a smile so bright
Her red hair was myth
Soft spoken and innocent
Surgery had not touched her snowy skin
Until it was surgery fifteen
I thought bones were cool
christ chose to lift her at this time,
"To die is better than to live,"
is written in the Book of Life.
To be in a wheelchair is very hard to grasp, it's a very tough life like an unfinished task.
Especially if you're like me, a kid or teen, to have to sit back and watch others accomplish your dreams.
I sit
I sit every day.
I lie at night and sit at light,
I roll to school,
I roll to work.
Doors open,
