I had a guest today. Like, someone I didn’t know, and I invited over GUEST.
I opened the door and welcomed a stranger into my house.
With my wheelchair. And my taped-up glasses. The arm that flops when it should flip.
The different me that isn’t the me that used to have guests.
The one that wants to hide behind the safety of the wood.
That person had a guest.
That person that IS me.
I had a guest.
I may be different, but inside I’m still in there.
Little by little, I’m coming out.
But, it’s happening.
I may always look different than I did, but it’s only on the outside.