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