WHEELCHAIR

Quietly it sits in a corner, no movement can it make
But when you sit, go outside, the world begins to shake

When you come near, some people, they would balk
As if they had seen some fright, like Carroll’s jabawac

If they knew you, as all who do, and I am no exception
They would take another look, and love upon reflection

Why do some, when they see, someone different than their own self
Stick them into a box, and put them on a shelf

My dear friend, don’t be sad, if someone turns from thee
For only those who see beyond are worthy of your company

Your chair is not who you are, it might be called a prop
That is why when others say “poor dear”, I say “stop!”

“look past the chair, and see the person therein contained
Her body may not be perfect, but her spirit is unmaimed”

I will never understand, this aspect of our race
That they can’t see past the chair, to view your pretty face

I am one-sided, I admit, I have luck to tell of
Your true beauty, your true form, but mostly your true love

Forgive the others, do not fret that you are undiscovered
For that just makes you worth more to those who have uncovered

I am happy to be your friend, we make such a pair
For the world sees me as a freak and you as just a chair

But I would not change our places with those who fit in though
We know the truth of love, that they may never know