Hi! Just wanted to share this poem I’ve written about my struggles with working. I know not everyone will relate to it, but I hope you enjoy!
Title: “Superpower”
You call it a gift, a “superpower”
The thing that makes blood boil and nerves cower
Curled in my mind, hidden sunflower
You can’t see it but want it pretty
You ask do I have support for the aches
As I lay limply tied to the stake
“Are we holding you up, for goodness sake?”
You can’t see it but want it placated
You tell me “be proud, you’re doing so well!”
To get me to work as though you could compel
My disability just to stand up and be swell
You can’t see it but want it productive
And now you say “but you were doing fine!”
You wish to categorise struggles of mine
It never was yours, do decline to define
You can’t see it, I want it protected
