She acts

Paralysis is a foreign feeling

Her eyes shining like fire

Her armor of skin, radiant like stained glass

Her gaze captivating like snow in the sun

Her lips, vibrant like a red rose in a garden of grey

Her hair, swinging like a child on a swing set against the wind

golden threads leap and dance from her scalp

She moves swiftly

never missing a beat

never stopping

always going

never hesitating

"Do something!" she yells with her beauty

She acts in justice

She has to move

because if she doesnt,

who will?

She is constantly going

To her, paralysis is a foreign feeling.

But to everyone who lays eyes on her,

paralysis is a feeling they know all too well.