I don’t see
The way you look at me
This cane will fade
And I’ll feel whole
Maybe if I pretend
I’m beautiful
You’ll love me again
Like a woman
Not a dependent cripple
Maybe if I pretend
I’m someone else
I can live a life
Without fear of being
Trapped in this body
This cane will fade
And I’ll feel whole
Maybe if I pretend
I’m beautiful
You’ll love me again
Like a woman
Not a dependent cripple
Maybe if I pretend
I’m someone else
I can live a life
Without fear of being
Trapped in this body
~*~
Biography: Lisa Jones writes poetry as a form of therapy. She lives in Ontario, Canada.
Biography: Lisa Jones writes poetry as a form of therapy. She lives in Ontario, Canada.
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