Waiting

Photo description: a bright red welt on the inner forearm

 

I am waiting to be assessed.

I desperately need a new wheelchair.

I no longer feel safe in this one.

But who will the assessor be?

I’ve seen the wheelchair I really want.

I’ve tried it out and felt like I was floating.

It fit me instantly I felt secure.

But will they listen to me?

I know the chair I want is expensive.

It cost twice as much as the care I bought at 16.

It is light and easy for Joe to lifet.

But will they value my opinion, will it matter?

I get bruised from using this chair.

I rub my arm against the arm.

It takes only a kilometer before the pain starts.

But will that matter?

Who will my assessor be?

And I now I know how people feel

when the assessor is me.

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