Handicapped

When set apart
by anything about you that’s different:
color of skin
or the simple fact that you limp,
you evolve into something other,
even to yourself.

You wonder how others see you
and you wish you might,
like a snake, ease out of your skin.
There is always doubt,
even if
you turn into another.

If it’s God who sets you aside,
fit is tight and rigid,
every step a question,
every word a surprise that you speak,
Trust becomes a need;
even so, is always a gamble: