A Life of Resilience"
In a world that's full of pace and speed,
I move with difficulty, my steps unseamed.
A body broken, a spirit unbroken,
I navigate life, with a heart unspoken.
My hands, they tremble, my legs, they stray,
But my will, it remains, come what may.
I face each challenge, with a courageous grin,
And though I stumble, I rise again to win.
The world, it whispers, with a voice so cold,
"You're limited, you're bound, you're growing old."
But I, I shout back, with a voice so bold,
"My heart, it beats strong, my soul, it never grows old."
I see the world, through different eyes,
A world that's full of barriers, and surprise.
But I, I see the beauty, in every test,
A chance to learn, to grow, to be my best.
My wheelchair, it rolls, with a gentle pace,
A symbol of strength, a smile on my face.
I move with purpose, with a heart so free,
A life of resilience, a spirit that's me.
I've learned to adapt, to find new ways,
To turn each obstacle, into a brighter day.
I've found my voice, my passion, my fire,
A flame that burns, with a heart that aspires.
So let the world, with all its noise and strife,
Not define my limits, but ignite my life.
For I, I am a warrior, a fighter, a soul,
A life of resilience, a story to be told.
I'll rise above, I'll shine so bright,
A beacon of hope, in the dark of night.
My handicap, it may slow my pace,
But it will never, define my place.
For I am strong, I am brave, I am free,
A life of resilience, a spirit that's me.
I'll live, I'll love, I'll laugh, I'll thrive,
A life of purpose, a heart that's alive.
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Friendship (
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The human will knows no limits and desire may often overcome deficits. Nicely written
Thank you, Sorenbarrett, for the review and understanding interpretation. It is always most appreciated, my friend
Most welcome my friend
Some will resign to their impairment, others will see it as a challenge that needs to be beaten, and I think at the moment one of those people is trekking the snow heading to the South Pole. The only time I got annoyed with a wheelchair user was during a marathon when he told me he needed past me to beat his time. lol
Thank you, Paul. I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. I'm sorry it happened to you during a marathon but people can just be rude no matter what.
Well-written poem, Friendship.
Thank you, my friend.
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