Asad Abdalle Poet Rhyme

Wheelchair

Once proud, walked tall                                                          
Effortless, but now I crawl                                                      
In wheelchair’s thrall                                                               
Bold voice, now drawl                                                          
Old leather unfolds                                                                   
Topped by dust and cold                                                          
Centered, as I hold                                                                   
To a fixed frame                                                                       
Where my leg lame                                                                    
Wheeling to spin                                                                       
with speed of a Push ring                                                         
Rusty tune that sing                                                                  
a long gone song of spring                                                     
Once a pair by side                                                                  
longing to guide                                                                     
behold with pride 
but now at curbside 
anxious, wait for a ride.
Oh, glazed eyes that sighs
I will rise and wipe my cries
tears up from the skies
made me not, but wise

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Kudzai Mhangwa September 2, 2017 at 2:52 PM Such a painful and also encouraging poem! Thank you for sharing this Asad

Debbie Duncan July 26, 2017 at 7:45 PM love it, :) sometimes people just don't understand.

Darlene De Beaulieu July 26, 2017 at 11:55 AM Welcome to poetry soup.I am use to being around anyone that has any type of handicap, I am slightly handicap myself. I wanted you to know this. You still are a good person in every way. You are strong!! My friend.

Robert Hayes June 1, 2017 at 5:27 PM An unfolding acceptance full resonance to a plight that conjures will and tenacity. At levels of bold determination the poem looks sternly an affliction and sows a gracious seed of adversity into well-doing. Robert Hayes Asad Abdalle June 2, 2017 at 6:34 PM Well said, Thanks Robert

Ralph Sergi June 1, 2017 at 3:53 PM A great but sad poem of being confined a wheelchair. My compliments! Asad Abdalle June 1, 2017 at 6:20 PM It is sad Ralph, Thanks for your comment.

Kim Rodrigues June 1, 2017 at 12:25 PM Tears! Nice work! Asad Abdalle June 1, 2017 at 6:22 PM Greatly appreciated your comment. Thank you Kim

Maricris Cabrera May 30, 2017 at 5:03 AM Beautiful write, Asad. Asad Abdalle June 10, 2017 at 3:23 PM Thanks Maricris

Darren White May 23, 2017 at 10:40 AM Oh! You wrote a poem about a wheelchair. I wrote many on the same subject. Are you in one, just like I am? Have to get used to use those push rims, don't you? Welcome to PoetrySoup Asad Abdalle May 23, 2017 at 11:00 AM Darren i was for about 1 year when i broke my ankle in 2001. it was also a time when I was in hight school.. wheelchair came to be onto of may other stresses that i was going through..thanks for your comments.