Before you read this, just hop over to The Photodiarist and read the story behind these pictures in order to get the essence of what this poem is about.
I have called it...
Somebody's Somebody...(The Untold Story).
There's a wall standing in front of me.
I know I just can't climb.
For I got nothing but wheels for legs.
There's an evil all around me.
Another obstacle that's in my way.
But like an eagle, these pictures will carry my untold story.
The untold story of being cut off from the sunshine,
Where the birds fly.
An untold story of guilt from the past.
An untold story of friends turning away.
An untold story of not knowing how to deal with the shame.
An untold story of a broken heart,
That's filled with pain.
An untold story of the same location but different worlds.
The untold story of a cripple.
I used to be somebody's child,
Used to be somebody's friend,
Used to be somebody's brother,
Used to be somebody's husband,
Used to be somebody's father.
I used to be somebody's somebody.
These eyes have seen miles.