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
Albeo theme by Design Disease
1 | Suzanne Hayes
September 12, 2008 at 6:17 pm
I live with someone who has cerebral palsy and is severely disabled and this poem describes what I see. John is trapped in a wheelchair people see the chair and is body spasms, they do not see what I see I see a wonderful young man who has taught me humility, patience and love. they see the chair I see the man. We have been to Disney parks and people have jumped over Johns feet as if he is not there. They soon find out as I catch their ankles with his plate on his chair, I am not invisible just because I sit in a chair