By Rose Ann Jenneman A salty tear runs down my cheek, as unfamiliar faces stare. Acceptance here is all I seek, while sitting in my wheeled chair. I can not help the way I look, like gnarled branches of a tree. My outer beauty someone took, and left behind the real me. Can't you see the pain in my eyes, before turning your head around. The smiles of friendship all but lies, as not a true friend, I have found. I cry out in silence "I'm here", can't they see the person I am? There is nothing at all to fear, I am God's child, his little lamb. |
