Not For the Faint At Heart

I used to believe in helping those Who can’t help themselves Now it seems that it is me who is need of help of someone else being a wheelchair man I believed to be included into society not to be hidden away and kept silent like it’s forbidden to be a human too and not in some library where they study defects of the anatomy where the physically challenged will be studied under a canopy of ignorance I enjoyed being counted as a pioneer By breaking the institutional curse of being dependant On a social grant by being independent I was hell bent I believe my energy is well spent Providing for my wife and daughters Used to be a piece of a cake Now I’m under pressure gritting my teeth about to break I fade away in silence because Being a wheelchair man is not for the faint at heart...