Her body was frail,
failing to support her grit,
the steps were weary
her weakness was hard to conceal

Defying what the world believed
she moved along
inch by inch
one little step a time
and she attained the unattainable
much to the surprise
of those skeptical eyes

For her body may not be supporting her
but her mind was liberated,
free from all shackles
and she was a deviant magic
a treat to watch
not dependent any trivial implore

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