Indy Indie Book Crawl Poem

I've always loved books

But wow I was shook

When I couldn't go book crawling 

Because of the broken elevator in my building.  

I'm a wheelchair user you see

I can't leave my apartment without it's speed

I've been stuck in my unit for about 20 days 

I don't know the next time I'll get out okay.

Since I got sick

My life has become full of adjustments 

To continue to do the hobbies I pick

So I can still feel fulfillment. 

So, I can't leave my home

But I can send my husband out alone

I can post on my bookstagram 

And check off bingo activities on with my pen.

I can shop online 

And support my community.

Even if it means I'm not on a cash register line.

Even if it means never seing my city. 

We all live different lives

And things change as time passes by

I'd rather strive 

For living than sit and cry.

I know this poem doesn't rhyme 

But neither do Eminem's rhymes 

Neither of us claims to be Leanne Rimes

Or Busta Rhymes

But you get what we mean 

And that's the dream.