Noise
Light
Wind
Can’t see properly
Need someone just next to me
Trying to move forwards
The wheels stubbornly follow the slope to the left of us
I stop in time
Steer back up the incline
Watch out for where the road is cracked
It takes great skill to survive the journey intact
Once my wheels got stuck in a worn cracked grid
Out my chair I flew , face planted and slid
Avoiding getting poop on the wheels
Dog owners pick it up, think how it feels
The hardest task is finding the slopes
Too cross the road without falling out and a bone getting broke.
Some roads don’t have good enough slopes
So you play chicken with the cars by going on the roads
People with a pram coming up
Not enough space for two so I need to back up
Cars flying past on the main road
My head is pounding hard like it may explode
Sometimes I think it’s easier to stay at home
But then I’d be sad , depressed and very much alone
Driving in my chair is a skill I’ve got to learn
Meeting people, confidence, activities is an extra I can earn
Almost there at the shop
Feel like my hearts going to pop
Joanne Quinnell