When Can I Just Be?

When can I just be like the lint resting on clean clothes?

When I can just be like a tree standing in an occupied space?

When can I just be like a fence painted whatever color?

When can I just be like the cotton floating in the air outside?

When can I just be like the pink paint chipping off the wall?

When can I just be like a balloon that flies into the clouds?

When can I just be like a coloring book that has crazy colors?

When can I just be like the black scuffs on the dirty floor?

When can I just be the crack in the mirror?

When can I just be like the tape that’s too old to stick?

When can I just be like the uneven ground under my feet?

When can I just be like the gum that’s smashed into the pavement?

When can I just be like the aimless, loud wind?

When can I just be like the stuffed animal that gets the brunt of runny noses?

When can I just be like the clock that doesn’t have a seconds hand?

When can I just be like the eraser that’s so worn out it turns the paper black?

When can I just be like the envelope that got so many licks it can’t be sent out?

When can I just be like the lightning that doesn’t care when it strikes?

When can I just be like the thunder that doesn’t have a gentle sound…BOOM!

When can I just be? My life with Cerebral Palsy is demanding!