Disabled&Depressed

Photographer, concert attendee, apparently an adult.

Disabled and depressed, 34, apparently an adult.

read: you aren’t a priority

I had the words before they

smashed out across the porcelain tile

A thousand miles away

Who will I be when I wake?

Capable and eager

Hungering for more of myself?

Or stuck in time, in bed

Crippled by body, or mind?

Posted in poetry