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You Walked Triumphantly

This is fictional but loosely based on a childhood friend!

Fiction…

You walked triumphantly

Across the stage

Iron braces

Covering stick thin legs.

Your voice no more than a whisper

But you made it

And made it proudly

No longer the little girl

With fistfuls of sand

Thrown at you,

Because you are different.

Now through a smile

I hear your silent prayer

“I made it Praise God I made it.”

 

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

Dec.19.06

2:35 P.M PST

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