The Wheelchair

I am her legs
without me she
is stuck, I am a comfort
envied
black and sleek
speeds diverse
she takes me
she holds me
my body released
the clasps of imprisonment
undone
charged, ready to leave
I touch the ground with ease
she sits on me and sinks
into my lap
she lays in my arms and I feel
her release
she rests on my head and lets out
a sigh strong
released from sleep and
awakened with her hands

It’s time to earn my keep