and still we persist
What doesn’t kill you often cripples you.
You know it’s true, you’ve counted scars,
visible and invisible, so many of us bear.
People with limps, maimed bodies,
ruined faces, deaf, blind, paralyzed,
broken hearts, etcetera.
They live among us.
They live within us.
They are us, rejecting
that ugly word “crippled”,
saying “differently-abled”.
Whom are we kidding?
People are really hurt; amazing
how many prevail, incredibly
stronger, for all the limps, scars,
broken hearts, etcetera.
Injuries demand healing, strength.
Somehow we rise, strangely whole.
~ Wry Welwood