As I sat in the wheel chair of guilt
I watched others play
Running, Leaping
Laughing, Screaming.
Lessons floated past me
Overshadowed
By thought.
Wishing I were
Born as another
For it struck me
That the wrong wasn't mine.
I pity the doer too
Victim of another case
Whose defensive reaction
Backfired
On me.
Like an exhausted bull
Amidst a pride of lions
I lost myself : A meal finished and forgotten.
And joined the earth.
Books came to my rescue
And friends too
Like the rain
And sunshine
Both my blood and my cyst
Defy nature
To regenerate anew.
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