The Wheelchair

Her jaw began to ache from tears of laughter,
Unaware that this moment would escape her,
She was startled as her eyes opened,
Hopelessly wondering why this always happened.

Everyday she woke up this way,
In the wheelchair that took her life away...
Freedom was no longer a choice but an option,
To which she was anxious to open.

The wheelchair had kept her bound for so long,
Although she was still very young,
Causing her to question how she deserved such a burden,
One that prevented her from visiting the world on which she had once trodden.

She is lonely. So much that warmth became foreign to her,
Except for in summer, but she knew that autumn would soon begin,
Leaving her with the wheelchair as her only companion once again.

The End

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