Invisible

Here’s the next entry for our Poetry Competition in association with The Student Wordsmith:

Invisible
By Anwara Tarafdar

At some point in the future I most definitely
will have to get a new vehicle.
That is the nature of my illness. It may rob
me of my ability to walk. Not completely,
But devastating, nevertheless. Enough
To steal my independence if I let it.
My shiny new vehicle will have to be
The latest state of the art model.
After all, it will be the first and
possibly, the last thing people see.
They may not even see me.
The wheels would have to resemble
the alloys of an Audi A6.
The foot rests would have to be strong,
Sturdy like Doc Marten boots.
The seat would have to be soft
yet durable burgundy leather
And heated. Oh it must
Be heated! My bottom can’t
tolerate the cold weather.
I will not cover my lap with
a blanket like an invalid,
But wear thermal long johns
Beneath my leather pants
and thermal socks on my feet
inside my knee high boots.
People must not see
my new mode of transport
and only see a wheelchair!
I want it to be a vehicle they
Envy. When their weary legs complain
and when their feet are in pain
from heels too high. To be honest,
I really don’t care what they see or feel
As long as it isn’t pity or sympathy.
All I would truly want is respect,
Understanding and most of all
I want people to still see me. To look
at me, not shy away
or feel so much pity
that they cannot meet my eyes.
I do not want to be the invisible woman
in the highly visible modern
piece of technology otherwise
known as a wheelchair.

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