by Erin G

Created on: October 02, 2008

MY NAME IS CEREBRAL PALSY

I make life difficult
I tear families apart
I do not have a cure
I break some parents' hearts I force kids to go through therapy
To endure a surgery or two
So that they have a chance of walking
Those strong enough to defeat me are few

I force kids to sit on the sideline
Of their brother's soccer game
They can only dream of playing
Dreams and reality are not the same

I affect the way they catch and throw
The way they run and walk
The way their muscles work
The way they whisper and talk

I own them like I own a slave
Their soul is surely mine
They cannot break free of me
Until the time comes when they die

I hold them captive day in day out
And make them hate me so
Sometimes they wish me on others
And long with all their heart that I'd go

When they reach high school
People see me, not the person inside
Who would ask such a person out on a date?
Instead they cover their faces and hide

I come in many forms
From mild to very severe
But no matter what form I may take
I am always near

Behind closed doors, they weep
Tears of sadness and of pain
They hate that they cannot be normal
I smile smugly to myself in vain

My name is Cerebral Palsy
I am a cruel disability
And although I am not fatal
Some wish I was half-heartedly

I will my follow my victims
For as long as they shall live
I will take, and take, and take from them
Until they have nothing left to give

Eventually I will let them go
And then they will be left free
Even so, I'll haunt them at their graves
And remind them that I am still me

My name is Cerebral Palsy
I own you, my puppet on a string
You are mine, and so's your soul
Until you grow those angel wings...

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