Poems by Jonna

They told me I couldn’t walk right

always dragging my foot behind

tripping and falling down.

They told me I couldn’t dance

always missing the beat,

laughing at my crocked stance.

They told me I couldn’t run

that my feet were to weak

and my legs were to long.

So many doubts I had about myself.

But I refused to let them have their say.

I danced until my legs were burning

and turned to look the other way.

Now I’m running past them

with my crocked foot

tripping and falling down

but getting right back up.

Maybe one day my foot won’t betray me.

But until then I´ll keep running

laying mile after mile, into the pavement,

ignoring my bent ankle,

waving to the crowd

along the wayside.

Nobody can tell me

what I can and cannot do.

I’ll simply limp away

and stop listening to you.

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