Wheelchair: Vessel that Cradles my Essence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Musing on wheels.

Submitted: September 08, 2012

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Wheechair: Vessel that Cradles my Essence

 

Manuel or battery operated,

A wheelchair has always been my assigned vehicle to guide me along the lanes of being.

The cushions were often molded to my body signyfing that a xenophobic society has placed a steel lock on the strands of my soul like a caged phoenix with bruised or battered wing.

But now the ocean of acceptance has washed over me as the hues of sunrise meets the teal horizon, my chair sprouts up into the heavens bringing me home;the lock fractured on the sand.

My essence is now uninhibited; my chair its vessel.

Power knows no limitations whether they may be physical or mental.

Courage is the most exceptional virtue.

The wheelchair is the vessel that cradles the crux of my identity

Rise up and out unchained. 


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