What I Go Through
I spend my day in a chair with wheels
With muscles so tight
You can’t imagine how I feel
Trying not to cry with all my might
My muscles contracting
Pushing and pulling from every way
Trying to figure out how my body is reacting
Almost each and every day
When all is over and the spasms have passed
I can consider myself relieved
I could cry out ‘freedom at last’
The condition of spasticity I can achieve.
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