Walker, Crutches

The cube world halted from moving. 
Only the soft bed, the cool breeze, and the golden light intact.
No more movement, no more mobility, yet again.
The agony is never in absence.
The silent shouts are screaming hate.
Audible, no longer hindered.
Despise to own, despise to them, this world has nowhere to go.

Mighty hand, an aid we seek.
Seemed distant.
There would be episodes miracles are witnessed.
To Your hands, everything is risen.

Walker, crutches, assist the world well.  Pain is still not obscure.
Shrouded vision looking forward, bent knee or feet, it shall walk again.