I once worked at a Living Center,
a resource place for the disabled.
There were people there in wheelchairs,
people who were deaf, or blind,
people who walked with a cane.
They were challenged,
they were impaired.
But they were strong,
stronger than I’ll ever be.
One day a blind girl said to me,
are you alright?
A deaf man asked me what was wrong.
I could not say, what I love,
I tear apart.
What I need, I throw away.
I told the blind girl, I’m just fine.
Told the deaf man, nothing’s wrong.
I could not say, I envy you.
In your wheelchairs.
With your canes.