
(Written during my bedbound years with ME/CFS)
Isolated and incapacitated
I am prohibited from partaking
of the influx of information incessantly presented
consequently cut off
from prescribed expectations
dictating costuming and culture
external expressions of acceptance
are sorely missing, suggesting
an overall lack of self-worth.
Interestingly inverse to such conclusions
is the sudden contentment that arises
from escaping the mayhem
Internal relief overrides dictated performance
surrendering willingly to intrinsic motivation
and renewed self-acceptance.
(Originally written in 2014. Image my own)
Brazen sunlight
accosts my eyelids
bruising my senses
I rail against this day
rising an affront
to my body’s begging
Sleep a little longer
she moans, daylight
holding no sway
over heavy limbs
The sparring has begun –
a daily ritual of coaxing
and empty promises
I cannot will away the illness
that champions this ring –
batters me every time
Am I heroic or a fool
to think that mind
can defeat matter
that will can eliminate
inertia?
The brashness
of morning light
no balm for
endless exhaustion.