Can’t find a way out

Been two years she said
Since I’ve been
Out there
Since my wheelchair broke.
Can’t be fixed any more
Can’t find a way out
Of my house.

World out there looks different now
Full of strangers

Forgetting who I am

I don’t know their faces
When they walk by my window
They don’t know mine
Maybe they never will.

I can’t fix it
Not my wheelchair or
Other things
That don’t work
Out there
Because they can’t don’t won’t see
People like me.

Copyright 2007 Ruth Harrigan