She’d once felt
Freedom every time
She ran
She felt as
If she was soaring
With the birds
Reaching for the
Clouds.
She knows
Freedom now
Too
In a different way
An accident took
Her ability to run
But not to soar
On the wings
Of a dream.
She’d been angry
At first,
Bitter even
As the doctors uttered
The words
Spinal Cord Injury.
Who wouldn’t be
But she refused
To let two
Things
Be stolen
From her
Freedom and Hope.
There are those
Who look at her
With pity
But she
Says clearly
Loud enough
For all to hear
“Pity isn’t a gift that
Lifts others up
It’s a chain
That holds them
Down
Stripping away
Freedom.
© Michelle R Kidwell
Sept.20.2021
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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