I am a Fraud without a spark so the only spark to tell my story is my health. Maybe it is the Imposter Syndrome which happens a lot to some people and I am not an exception. My spark is who I am but I picked up the pieces to tell a story.
With arms and legs that cannot move,
And lips that cannot speak,
The world can seem so cruel
For those who are paralyzed more so with a speech impairment
A wheelchair is my vessel,
My body its mere shell
But in my mind, I’m soaring
As free as any bird can tell.
I watch the world around me,
And feel my heart still beat
For though my body’s motionless
My spirit is complete.
I may not walk or talk
But my thoughts still flow so true
And though it may seem different
My inner self is just like you. It is why I write because then I speak with the hand.
So do not pity me, my friend
Nor mourn what cannot be Because Life has no certainties the only thing is to be a prisoner of Hope because Hope is a good thing perhaps the best of things and no good thing dies.This winter will soon be over and Summer will come
Mwene 