A.N. This is coming out thanks to one reviewer who boosted my self-esteem a
bit, arigato!
I was introduced to my room, which, luckily, was on ground level. I gave Ryo another one of my small smiles before silently wheeling away.
I was always silent anymore, and I would never be able to speak. Never be able to run, and never be able to get out of this chair!
I slammed my hands down on the handles in anger. It's not fair!
I want to walk! I want to speak! I want to be normal!
I feel the familiar presence of tears as they slide down my cheeks.
It's just not fair.
The world isn't fair, and part of me says, while the other part screams.
I wheel over to the window, the sunlight making me wince. I have a horrid stigmatism in my eyes that makes my head pound if I look at the light to fast, without waiting to get adjusted.
I smile looking out of the window. Sweet birds. They tweet so happily, I'm almost jealous.
Carefully I open up the window and stretch my hand out. Immediately a small robin lands on my fingers, twittering happily.
I wish I could be like you, dear sweet bird, I want to say.
But I can't, and I will never be able to I tell myself bitterly.
I let the bird go, and I stop crying, telling myself that everything is going to be o.k., There has got to be a chance for me, there's got to!
I decide to leave the window open and open my laptop. I suppose I'll work on my poem.
Spawning of the shadow's past,
Spells of long ago once cast,
A misty fog surrounds the trees,
Droning out the humming bees,
The silence is unnerving,
And the path is always curving,
One warrior's sword and life yields,
Surviving the magic of the unknown fields,
Day will became night,
And night will become day,
Just as ice to fire to water to destruction,
The winds of change shall blow,
While the pillar shall stand all alone,
The forbidden spell has been said,
Now awaken the undead,
The warrior she will slash and she will dart,
Wielding her sword like a long ago art,
Her friends fall and the storms rise,
They had succumb to the quick demise,
The rain then pours down unyielding,
Un aware of the power it is wielding,
The warrior then cries tears noble and true,
As her lips begin to change to an icy blue,
She tilts her head back and cries into the night,
The storms hear her miserable plea,
Please oh please get rid of me,
Her crimson essence stains the blacked ground,
And her dear friends lifeless bodies lay all around,
A single lightening bolt strikes her down,
The tears then pour down form her eyes,
As she lays there and slowly dies,
And the pillar mocks her as she weeps,
For the day of tomorrow when she will reap,
Her love her anger and all her sorrow,
What is the future of tomorrow?
The fires then rise,
And the fires then die,
Falling to the warriors last sorrowful cry,
All we know to this day,
Is that it happened sometime in May,
Some people say she was struck down,
Because the gods they did frown,
Others say her wish was short, others say it long,
But most of what we know is that she is gone,
For she is the ghost of the times,
Solving and making morose rhymes,
But come my friend, I'll tell you a simple thing,
She is the one, the one of the wing.
I can't help but smile at my work. It may have been spur of the moment at the time, but I have been working on it for such a long time.
I shake my head sadly, just listening to the birds chatter.
Deep within the confines of my soul,
There is someone you will find,
A girl of many tatters, and many emotions bold,
Her lips speak not a thing; her eyes though are kind,
She yearns to run around,
Her legs move not an inch,
Her soul now no where to be found,
But look into her eyes and you'll see something there,
Something deep and hidden,
Something from the girl in the chair.
Tears perk my eyes. Yet another poem never to be seen, or heard about.
Just like me, the girl to be nothing.
I save the poems quickly and close the computer, letting the sun shine in my face. It has been such a long day, all I want to do is lay down.
I smile a bit, and decide against it. Better to test my stamina out now that to wait for later.
In closing the window I wheel back out, my computer on my lap, and my face clean of all evidence I have been crying.
I greeted White Blaze with a small smile, I had almost forgotten about him.
I tilt my head back while petting his fur. I look at him and mouth a silent 'Hi' there is no sound.. and my heart plunges further.
TBC
A.N. READ AND REVIEW!!
I was introduced to my room, which, luckily, was on ground level. I gave Ryo another one of my small smiles before silently wheeling away.
I was always silent anymore, and I would never be able to speak. Never be able to run, and never be able to get out of this chair!
I slammed my hands down on the handles in anger. It's not fair!
I want to walk! I want to speak! I want to be normal!
I feel the familiar presence of tears as they slide down my cheeks.
It's just not fair.
The world isn't fair, and part of me says, while the other part screams.
I wheel over to the window, the sunlight making me wince. I have a horrid stigmatism in my eyes that makes my head pound if I look at the light to fast, without waiting to get adjusted.
I smile looking out of the window. Sweet birds. They tweet so happily, I'm almost jealous.
Carefully I open up the window and stretch my hand out. Immediately a small robin lands on my fingers, twittering happily.
I wish I could be like you, dear sweet bird, I want to say.
But I can't, and I will never be able to I tell myself bitterly.
I let the bird go, and I stop crying, telling myself that everything is going to be o.k., There has got to be a chance for me, there's got to!
I decide to leave the window open and open my laptop. I suppose I'll work on my poem.
Spawning of the shadow's past,
Spells of long ago once cast,
A misty fog surrounds the trees,
Droning out the humming bees,
The silence is unnerving,
And the path is always curving,
One warrior's sword and life yields,
Surviving the magic of the unknown fields,
Day will became night,
And night will become day,
Just as ice to fire to water to destruction,
The winds of change shall blow,
While the pillar shall stand all alone,
The forbidden spell has been said,
Now awaken the undead,
The warrior she will slash and she will dart,
Wielding her sword like a long ago art,
Her friends fall and the storms rise,
They had succumb to the quick demise,
The rain then pours down unyielding,
Un aware of the power it is wielding,
The warrior then cries tears noble and true,
As her lips begin to change to an icy blue,
She tilts her head back and cries into the night,
The storms hear her miserable plea,
Please oh please get rid of me,
Her crimson essence stains the blacked ground,
And her dear friends lifeless bodies lay all around,
A single lightening bolt strikes her down,
The tears then pour down form her eyes,
As she lays there and slowly dies,
And the pillar mocks her as she weeps,
For the day of tomorrow when she will reap,
Her love her anger and all her sorrow,
What is the future of tomorrow?
The fires then rise,
And the fires then die,
Falling to the warriors last sorrowful cry,
All we know to this day,
Is that it happened sometime in May,
Some people say she was struck down,
Because the gods they did frown,
Others say her wish was short, others say it long,
But most of what we know is that she is gone,
For she is the ghost of the times,
Solving and making morose rhymes,
But come my friend, I'll tell you a simple thing,
She is the one, the one of the wing.
I can't help but smile at my work. It may have been spur of the moment at the time, but I have been working on it for such a long time.
I shake my head sadly, just listening to the birds chatter.
Deep within the confines of my soul,
There is someone you will find,
A girl of many tatters, and many emotions bold,
Her lips speak not a thing; her eyes though are kind,
She yearns to run around,
Her legs move not an inch,
Her soul now no where to be found,
But look into her eyes and you'll see something there,
Something deep and hidden,
Something from the girl in the chair.
Tears perk my eyes. Yet another poem never to be seen, or heard about.
Just like me, the girl to be nothing.
I save the poems quickly and close the computer, letting the sun shine in my face. It has been such a long day, all I want to do is lay down.
I smile a bit, and decide against it. Better to test my stamina out now that to wait for later.
In closing the window I wheel back out, my computer on my lap, and my face clean of all evidence I have been crying.
I greeted White Blaze with a small smile, I had almost forgotten about him.
I tilt my head back while petting his fur. I look at him and mouth a silent 'Hi' there is no sound.. and my heart plunges further.
TBC
A.N. READ AND REVIEW!!