Thank you Akua for allowing us to read from your heart and soul.  Brilliant!  I 
read them several times, because your words say so much! I'm not in a chair and 
feel that you added so much insight as to how it is for you.  You should be 
published . Oncore!  

Blessings
Patti - Michigan
---- Akua <[email protected]> wrote: 
> Thank you to those who asked. Here are two of my TM-related poems 
> from April 2009.
> 
> Prompt: Object
> 
> Wheelchair
> 
> Confined to? No it does
> not imprison me, some raw deal
> dealt this blow requiring help for
> every little here to there
> moving through any space
> Brilliant contraption: wheels
> 4 wheels on chair
> to get you somewhere
> arms as pistons hands push
> against round smooth handrails
> pull to spin around, go backwards
> turn on a dime arm rests
> grey tires and if you dare to look: purple legs
> All fitted for me, the young man
> who measured was energetic, kind,
> knowing more, how a tool that fits
> makes hell easier to climb out of
> back height,  seat wider for my hips,
> cushion to foot rests, match knee bend past seat
> and foreleg length, mobile throne,
> horseless chariot, roll me roll me roll me home
> transfuse your capability to convey and wing me,
> (groundbound by arrow of outrageous fortune
> yet spirit flutters, flaps and sometimes, soars) free
> 
> 
> Akua Lezli Hope
> 
> 
> prompt: Routine
> 
> Routine
> Paraplegic poet meditates on T.R.
> 
> I sleep to wake and take my waking slow
> I fear my fate in what is no longer there
> I get nowhere that I used to go
> 
> We think we know what we don't know
> I  pray daily to be cured, I cry to rise from here
> I sleep to wake and take my waking slow
> 
> Many have abandoned me, both friend and foe
> God grant me strength!  I yearn for just one listening ear
> to take me somewhere that I used to go
> 
> Cruel April stalls spring, we've lost the status quo
> Climate change costs lives, increases costs for care
> I sleep to wake and take my waking slow
> 
> Reason eludes: why did life undo me so?
> One day, it might be you, run now in open air
> explore while you may, go far while you can go
> 
> Frayed nerves tremble me unsteady, I plead to know
> what lesson in legs' loss, I can't climb the stairs
> I sleep to wake and take my waking slow
> I can go nowhere that I want to go.
> 
> 
> Akua Lezli Hope
> 
> -- 

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