Pieces Of A Masterpiece Poem by Sabrina ,

A friend comes to chat
I cannot get up to talk to him
Please, sit by my side
I don’t want to look up all the time

I’m the same and not much improvement since the accident
The legs won’t feel the pin when the doctor makes his exams
But I’m getting used to the hands on the wheels
All the time, every day
Hands on the wheels

Three years since my life changed
Walking is a little different now
My legs rest in the wheelchair
Useless, they won’t make a move
I take them for a walk
Like if they were someone else’s legs