So To Speak

There is something to say
When you are being deprived
Of everything short of the sun,
That with freedom comes undone
You don't even feel like one
Whole isn't your sum,
Not even half
You are apart to every nothing
To start at something,
Would be anything I am willing
I am able
I am always able, body permitting
Which can always be shaped for fitting

I am seen as an incapable,
Which is indivisible
I don't want your sympathy
For I am an individual,
My belief is incomprehensible
For my mind is feeble; not meek