Language - Wheelchairs

In a world where,

Words,

Flutter carelessly,

Like leaves in the wind.

There are phrases, 

Sharp as thorns, 

That pierce through,

The fabric of dignity. 

Confined to a wheelchair,

A phrase heavy,

With the weight of chains,

It ignores,

The wings,

A mobility aid grants. 

Wheelchair-bound, 

A term that binds, 

Tighter than any rope.

Yet, 

The wheels beneath, 

Are wings,

Not anchors.

Let us choose,

Words that uplift,

Not incarcerate,

For these aids are,

Extensions of freedom,

Not limitations.

Wheelchair-user, 

Simple,

And true. 

A phrase that carries,

The essence of autonomy,

With it, we recognize,

The device as a tool, 

An ally,

In the quest for accessibility. 

Language,

A bridge or a barrier.

Let ours construct,

Pathways,

To inclusion,

Where every term,

Nurtures respect,

And every

 sentence,

Celebrates,

The flight of independence.

- Aspen Greenwood