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Don't pity me as you walk past on steady feet,
Or see my struggling with a narrow door,
My wheelchair isn't who I am, I am complete,
And need no pity from you any more.

Don't pity me when you see limbs are gone,
They were a part of who I was before,
Life gently moves, and I too have moved on,
And don't need legs to run on any more.

Don't pity me when you should see me cry,

As tears I shed are not ones shed for you,
You left, and no-one stopped and wondered why,
Supporting you in everything you do.

I have no will to change, and like the soul
That lingers in my inner thoughts and dreams,
And know myself to be complete and whole,
Remember nothing's simple as it seems.

For in your loss of faith, you lost much more
Than I, and I restored my faith in life.
Learning what heart and mind and soul were for,
Accepting I was me, though not your wife.

And in this chair from where I saw the clarity,
The differences that set our souls apart,
I learned that you should never pity me,
Though pity what remains within your heart.

Don't pity me, I have no legs, though run the miles,
Through dreams and hopes that have not died with time,
I see the joys, and bask in children's smiles,
Putting my steps in photographs and rhymes.

Don't pity me, I have no need of pity's shame,
Go forward in your life, as others do,
It is not me who's lost, confused and lame,
Believe in life, before I pity you.

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