A child, crippled by a tragic accident
Learned how to excel in sorrow
Never listening to words
That would encumber his bright tomorrow
Who cares if he's a paralytic
It has nothing to do with his mind
A ray of hope pulled him forward
Through the sludge of the unkind
In high school, he began to set his path
For college and a full life
Occasionally, he would entertain thoughts
Of dating, maybe even a wife
......no kids...never any kids
He had no idea what a slippery slope
A single thought could be
But the tiny little prick, became a hole
Causing the paralytic to eventually
....despair
Because of his condition, the govt. gave aid
Set him up in a nice accessible home
A nurse would help with difficult task
And with his motorized chair, he was free to roam
The moments leaped into decades
As he sat alone, in a house full of fears
Trash and dirt accumlated
Shut off and off limits to eyes that wanted to leer
...and judge
One would think the nurse would care
At least enough to speak
But to her, he was a job
She viewed him as crippled, weak
He should find the will to pull the trigger
But he didn't have the willpower to move
What's the point in trying
When you know you'll lose
...again, and again
One day, a man knocked on his door
He yelled for him to enter in
But with the door locked and bolted
And his mess, a testament to where he'd been
The man kept knocking, not going away
So the paralytic screamed out in pain
The man at the door, gently spoke
"Would you like to walk again?"
Oooweee, he wanted to rage and war
But he knew he MUST answer that door
So, he gathered all his strength to move
This time, was the ONE time, he must not LOSE
One roll at a time, he finally made it to the door
Unlocked it and opened it wide
The light flooded in
Nearly blinding his darkened eyes
The man repeated, "Would you like to walk again?"
The paralytic answered with a resounding, "Yes!!!"
The man said, "Then get up and walk!"
Immediately, all his fears began to pull and press
...against his hope
Looking into his eyes of love
He dare not disobey
So, he left his sorrow
And began to make his way
...home
The neighbors talked of the miracle
And the total change in the paralytic's life
In the passage of time,
He took to himself, a beautiful wife
Six months, after their son was born
His wife and child died in an accidental fire
He was left in the despair and sorrow
Of gained and lost desire
It didn't take long til he was back in the place
Where trash and fears accumulate
Though his legs worked well, as they should
Nothing or no one would bring him to investigate
...his thoughts
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-06-2018
Note: Everyone has a story, and most are hidden beneath a blanket of fear. What is his?
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