Liars

Well, they aren’t liars
so much as they have giant
imaginations
and I fall for the tall tales
far too easily,
I believe them when they say
they are paralyzed,
they are my main motors
and my brain accepts
that of course my legs
would reflect the inner
state of the anchor sunk
through my pelvic floor
and that I will never
walk again.

Well, I will prove them wrong,
and every step I take
will prove just how wrong
they are. I believe in pain.
I must not so easily believe
the story of utter nothingness.