hinder my ability to say no
when all my wings want to do
is say yes
take me there
take me away
i’ll take myself away
the world yells straight into
my finger tips
blocking words that need to
escape before this all
builds up anxiously inside me
it’s hard to break free when
so many thoughts are strapping down
my wings a straight jacket of
destructive energy ties me down
i’ll figure this out
i will always win my own battles
I don’t now anyone in a wheelchair. Is it weird that this is my first thought on the subject. Who do I know that is disabled. Many people could be in a wheelchair. Someone who just suffered an injury, surgery, or is ill not only the disabled.
Melissa Guthrie
I saw flashes of light as i sped out of control, as i texted my last smiley, as i laughed my last laugh…this was the last time i would be standing..
i sat there motionless..expressionless..as i exited the hospital building..in my wheelchair.
he was old and gray and forgotten. sickness rock him from the life he once had. but now he was here sitting in the wheelchair and not even that could ever stop him.
there were two.
for me and you
the world before us, what shall we do
the two stood there
like chariot awaiting
like horses grazing
what will we do
whatever we want to ever do
I saw the wheelchair, it was on the ground, i looked around..bloood, there was a blood stained trail..it led me down a path..i ran panicked..wondering if was too late..i saw a man, in the bushes…dead.
Disabled people use wheelchairs to transport themselves from place to place. it is a useful item. It makes them independent to a certain extent. Institutions are helpful in making it easy for them to move around.
neel
A man made half of steel moved proudly on. He didn’t see his disability. He did not feel lost. Instead he saw himself as some sort of machine. “My legs won’t ever get tired, you see.” “But, what about your arms?” “They only get stronger since I focus my energy on these.”
Mum needs a wheelchair but we can’t seem to get one. Not without paying for it anyway. We don’t need one for a very long time, it;s just that she can’t put any weight on her left leg.
Sickness sucks. The indignities of disease are easy to get used to because they occur so slowly. Dying of illness is a very slow process. Nothing like a gun shot.
It takes days and years and an entire lifetime to get so sick that you die. And then you do and it doesn’t matter.
pop a wheelie, dad. show jimmy how you can. Bobby, I can’t right now, I’m busy. Ok, dad, maybe later? Sure Bobby. Hi Jimmy. Hi Mr. Gleason. Neat chair though!
a way to enable people to become interdependent of others. mobility for life. interacting with the world and moving toward normalization of life with others and themselves. A blessing from God. Fairness and balance to interact with people.
rob
The wheelchair was just sitting there. No one had touched it in weeks. No one wanted to. It was the last reminder of what had been, who had been. No one had the courage to get rid of it, yet no one could stand to look at it either. The pain they had all felt still too strong in their hearts.
the gift of movement to those unable to use their feet. joy. freedom. happiness. it brings it all. especially hope.
Jess
My friend Brooke. Distorted body from birth, brilliant, creative mind. I wonder sometimes how i would handle being in her shoes. I admire her courage, respect her hard work, and am grateful we met. The funny thing is i dont see the wheelchair or her disability…
hinder my ability to say no
when all my wings want to do
is say yes
take me there
take me away
i’ll take myself away
the world yells straight into
my finger tips
blocking words that need to
escape before this all
builds up anxiously inside me
it’s hard to break free when
so many thoughts are strapping down
my wings a straight jacket of
destructive energy ties me down
i’ll figure this out
i will always win my own battles
I don’t now anyone in a wheelchair. Is it weird that this is my first thought on the subject. Who do I know that is disabled. Many people could be in a wheelchair. Someone who just suffered an injury, surgery, or is ill not only the disabled.
I saw flashes of light as i sped out of control, as i texted my last smiley, as i laughed my last laugh…this was the last time i would be standing..
i sat there motionless..expressionless..as i exited the hospital building..in my wheelchair.
he was old and gray and forgotten. sickness rock him from the life he once had. but now he was here sitting in the wheelchair and not even that could ever stop him.
there were two.
for me and you
the world before us, what shall we do
the two stood there
like chariot awaiting
like horses grazing
what will we do
whatever we want to ever do
I saw the wheelchair, it was on the ground, i looked around..bloood, there was a blood stained trail..it led me down a path..i ran panicked..wondering if was too late..i saw a man, in the bushes…dead.
Disabled people use wheelchairs to transport themselves from place to place. it is a useful item. It makes them independent to a certain extent. Institutions are helpful in making it easy for them to move around.
A man made half of steel moved proudly on. He didn’t see his disability. He did not feel lost. Instead he saw himself as some sort of machine. “My legs won’t ever get tired, you see.” “But, what about your arms?” “They only get stronger since I focus my energy on these.”
Mum needs a wheelchair but we can’t seem to get one. Not without paying for it anyway. We don’t need one for a very long time, it;s just that she can’t put any weight on her left leg.
Sickness sucks. The indignities of disease are easy to get used to because they occur so slowly. Dying of illness is a very slow process. Nothing like a gun shot.
It takes days and years and an entire lifetime to get so sick that you die. And then you do and it doesn’t matter.
pop a wheelie, dad. show jimmy how you can. Bobby, I can’t right now, I’m busy. Ok, dad, maybe later? Sure Bobby. Hi Jimmy. Hi Mr. Gleason. Neat chair though!
Mobility for the immobile
My aunt after her broken hip
Aid, not dependency
a way to enable people to become interdependent of others. mobility for life. interacting with the world and moving toward normalization of life with others and themselves. A blessing from God. Fairness and balance to interact with people.
The wheelchair was just sitting there. No one had touched it in weeks. No one wanted to. It was the last reminder of what had been, who had been. No one had the courage to get rid of it, yet no one could stand to look at it either. The pain they had all felt still too strong in their hearts.
the gift of movement to those unable to use their feet. joy. freedom. happiness. it brings it all. especially hope.
My friend Brooke. Distorted body from birth, brilliant, creative mind. I wonder sometimes how i would handle being in her shoes. I admire her courage, respect her hard work, and am grateful we met. The funny thing is i dont see the wheelchair or her disability…