Left leg on strike, brain disengaged, energy scrounging for re-charge coming up empty Body derelict – this illness sensual agony – forgive my silences, any
Category: disability
No Sailing At The Moment
Time exists… …in moments fleeting intervals that pass… a vast ocean stretching… we are but tiny sails the water pulls I am tethered prefer concrete
Paper Pushing
I am contributing! Are these lessons not abundance – success? Authorities are dissatisfied; want me back in the game, insist disability has an end –
Contracting
Problematic situations invite expansion – ego near the point of torment I am outcast – newcomers fail to understand – this missing motor so I
Anti-Social
Murmurs from the past – tied to a former identity – question my social absence I have divorced that life, that self, and yet, memories
Must Have
(Originally posted May of 2014, this poem describes the early days with ME/CFS. This is an edited version of the original.) Rain pelts against my
