words trump action

When I'm wheelchair bound,
you can bet you'll be around
'Cause I don't have to shout
to drown out my actions

I never need to use my touch,
just a still whispering hush
Echoes in our connected eyes
although we're frozen in time.

Motion to typed text in haste,
those heavy footsteps have a space.
Our library's always cramped,
but there's no house for the mimes.

Words open your mouth in awe.
Fights dislocate your jaw.
But you know words can break
what a punch never could.

Further respect laden silence,
than epitomes of violence.
Bloody misunderstandings what we're left with
when we refused to end the quiet.

So when I'm wheelchair bound,
you can be you'll be around
'Cause I don't have to shout
to drown out my actions.