Over Coming Odds

A world confined, a body stilled,
A diagnosis, a future chilled.
Quadriplegic, the verdict fell,
Hope’s fragile flame, they almost quell.

But in that heart, a fire burned,
A spirit fierce, for life unturned.
The odds they stacked, a mountain high,
Yet in their gaze, a steely eye.

Through therapy’s relentless grind,
They pushed their limits, redefined.
Muscles weak, they found their might,
Adapting, learning, day and night.

Technology, a welcome friend,
A bridge to build, a world to mend.
Voice commands, a brush they hold,
A world of colors still unfold.

The dreams they held, they wouldn’t cede,
A painter’s vision, writer’s seed.
With breath-controlled strokes, a masterpiece,
A novel penned, a mind at peace.

They conquered limits, one by one,
A marathoner, though wheels they run.
An athlete’s heart, a victor’s soul,
The odds they beat, to make them whole.

So let this be a lesson true,
The human spirit, shines right through.
For even when the path seems grim,
There’s fire within, to rise and win.