Suspension of disability

  
Sometimes in my dreams I can run.

Like any normal person, playing in the sun.

I wake up feeling stiff and sore,

And for a moment I believe it’s nothing more

Than all that running from last night.

Then I notice my body doesn’t work right.

I’m okay with never walking for real.

There is so much more to life, I feel.

My chair is my wings and it lets me fly

But there is something that I can’t get by.

Why is it that people can’t seem to see

My wheelchair is only a small part of me?