My legs can’t move
I can’t feel them at all
I try to stand but fall
It is not my fault
And no one is to blame for
My inability to walk
I came to this world disabled.
When it dawns, I get prepared
For another struggle in the day
I pray that it be bright.
I may seem happy outside
But inside me, I burn in fury
The flame getting intense ever
For the mental torture is forever.
My eyes soak in tears every night
The thoughts I go through, forces them out
Ever I remain sullen though not willingly
“Everything will be alright”.
A consoling voice whispers to my ear
Hearing this, more tears wet the pillow
For the fact it means; I am not normal.
Some say disability is not inability
I cannot go by their saying
Because they cannot face the reality
I will say this candidly.
While the world is running
We remain on wheelchairs and crutches watching
Without help, movement is a nightmare.
I wish the world would favour
Though a dream of ages to be there
Tough and hurting, life will always be
Children locked in rooms and treated as trash
For a mistake their life is
It pains to be seen as disgrace.
No one chose how to be, but the Creator.