Since the age of three
I yearned to be free
Yet my mobility would not allow
I envy those who run and leap
But that jealousy, inside I keep
For I have a disability that limits my moves
I need help with socks and tieing up shoes
But the tragedy of it all is alas not this
Because most of all, what I really miss
Is the freedom of the mind
You can’t do this, you can’t do that
Your legs too stiff, your thighs too fat
It seems my hip is not the only area of dislocation
For my mind soon killed all my aspirations
A swollen knee birthed a desperate me
A dodgy hip and soon I fell off the ship
Into the familiar waters of depression