The Other Me
You didn’t see the tear I shed.
I wiped it far away.
I sat and watched you having fun.
You danced all night,
While on my seat, I stayed.
I wanted to be there with you.
To feel the music through the night.
I wanted to hold hands with you.
Be rhythm by disco light.
I mourned for who I could of been.
The pain free, disability free, me.
Who wouldn’t be in chains.
Shackled without a key.
So I took a moments frustration.
I let it, for a short time win.
But then I composed myself.
Trapped those thoughts within.
I grabbed my camera,
And snapped away.
Feeling a sense of purpose.
My smile lit up my face.
No tears for the unfixable.
I have to make me liveable.
It’s the way it’s meant to be.
Sometimes I just wish,
I could be the other me.
By Katie Haigh
copyright@K.Haigh 5th January 2016