I see her
Little me
Carried around
Because of injury
Frail and Pretty
All smiles
Oblivious to the unfairness
Remembered for miles...
I am still her
Taller, wider, wiser
Injury this time
Hits a bit harder
Small me had
No purpose, no responsibility
Now me, stopped in her tracks
Looking directly at her inability
(July 2023)
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