Freedom-Bound Imprisoning Wheelchair
I’m driven by a special child
awesomely tame, never has gone wild
though in my service, he’s technically tied
against impact we both have already defied…
such ensures that chaotic challenges keep us on safe side.
By the special child’s gear
forward, we march toward victory flair
onward faith’s venture, we zoom and dare
triumphantly navigating with care, smiting fear…
keeping us hope-propped, brightening cheerers’ joy-filled tear.
Soaring midst miracles’ might
persevering to reach greater height
painstakingly, we vanquish disability’s blight
as he innocently trusts my expertise along prayer-plight…
ignoring his impairment fright, gripped by peace-illumined sight.
Bursting with zest, he conquers spasticity’s pest
hurdling over obstacles’ crest toward milestone’s nest
never letting seizures’ rest to hold his will around comfort’s breast
despite being wheelchair bound, he does surmount imprisonment test…
yes, I’m a genuine witness to the fullest, for to him, I’m the nearest and closest.
As his custom-made mobility device, I want him to fly
indeed, wishing him to giggle with mirth in touching the sky
while together, we explore up high toward championship-sigh
rejuvenated to maximize partnership midst his gestures of “You and I”…
functionally fulfilling our roles with joy against doubts, haunting with “why.”
He, entrusted to the orphanage in his diagnosis pain
accordingly, would “progress toward retrogression” terrain
yet, with God’s compassion and mercy, transformation he did gain
surrounded by kindness-bliss against attacking apathy’s gloom-strain…
now, his “Most Improved” award shows that blest dreams midst nightmares reign.
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