I once worked at a Living Center,

a resource place for the disabled.


There were people there in wheelchairs,

people who were deaf, or blind,

people who walked with a cane.


They were challenged,

they were impaired.

But they were strong,

stronger than I’ll ever be.


One day a blind girl said to me,

are you alright?


A deaf man asked me what was wrong.


I could not say, what I love,

I tear apart.

What I need, I throw away.


I told the blind girl, I’m just fine.

Told the deaf man, nothing’s wrong.


I could not say, I envy you.


In your wheelchairs.


With your canes.