Poems About Disability Seeking Honest Critique
#disability
The Spirit of Fear
Fear causes you to stay
a victim
legally bound by darkness,
ongoing cycles
the return of familiar spirits,
A battlefield of adversaries,
regression rises out of its grave.
But a life submitted to Christ,
With your faith
in Abba Father's grace
to a whole-soul,
ejects you to freedom,
prosperity, a destiny beautifully paved.
a victim
legally bound by darkness,
ongoing cycles
the return of familiar spirits,
A battlefield of adversaries,
regression rises out of its grave.
But a life submitted to Christ,
With your faith
in Abba Father's grace
to a whole-soul,
ejects you to freedom,
prosperity, a destiny beautifully paved.
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#disability
#vulnerability
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THE CHRONIC
We awake amongst each other on a daily
Enraptured in your strong arms on a nightly
Severity of your embrace fluctuates at times
On a scale of 1-10 many say that you're a dime
It should be a crime for you to have such a grip on us
Just for some time away we'd gladly ride in the back of the bus
No fuss nor cuss, just us having a moment of solace
You're so controlling that some want to join Christopher Wallace
Cause your malice is like an iron fist in a velvet gloved hand
Those who aren't afflicted with your addiction just don't...
Enraptured in your strong arms on a nightly
Severity of your embrace fluctuates at times
On a scale of 1-10 many say that you're a dime
It should be a crime for you to have such a grip on us
Just for some time away we'd gladly ride in the back of the bus
No fuss nor cuss, just us having a moment of solace
You're so controlling that some want to join Christopher Wallace
Cause your malice is like an iron fist in a velvet gloved hand
Those who aren't afflicted with your addiction just don't...
#drugs
#addiction
#illness
#hurt
#disability
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just stick with it, she says
alright, so I've succumbed to going out with a cane in my hand;
my hand! there's nothing wrong with my hand, it's my leg ..
my hand! there's nothing wrong with my hand, it's my leg ..
#disability
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writing on his stroke
find I've lost confidence in walking; whereas initially I'd venture out determined to make it back in one piece I wrote my legs just collapse
#disability
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Climaxing Sadness
If the words of those I scorned
And the missteps of my ill prepared youth
Echo in my bedroom where I lay my head at night
Can the accusations of having no heart be true?
If I sat and wallowed for some sort of penance
And let my demons ravage me where I lie
For you to facefuck my still breathing corpse
Would those tears be enough proof for you?
I am past brokenness and all fizzled out of rage
Eyes straight ahead to avoid the devil's gaze
As he burns my scarlet letter into my skin
Reminding me I will always bear the...
And the missteps of my ill prepared youth
Echo in my bedroom where I lay my head at night
Can the accusations of having no heart be true?
If I sat and wallowed for some sort of penance
And let my demons ravage me where I lie
For you to facefuck my still breathing corpse
Would those tears be enough proof for you?
I am past brokenness and all fizzled out of rage
Eyes straight ahead to avoid the devil's gaze
As he burns my scarlet letter into my skin
Reminding me I will always bear the...
#love
#regret
#SelfReflection
#dirty
#disability
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Hospice Nurse Gives A Non-Evasive Prognosis
I' d say, maybe another y
e
a
r."
The mouth of many years eXperience with
the
last
few.
months of patience's lives. All docs been evasive
at best..
Another year. Imagine that will'ye?
This is chApter One....more to...
e
a
r."
The mouth of many years eXperience with
the
last
few.
months of patience's lives. All docs been evasive
at best..
Another year. Imagine that will'ye?
This is chApter One....more to...
#death
#FreeVerse
#illness #disability
#illness #disability
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A Rant For AnyOne, Or Non-At-All
relations, relating
(relation'ships....be passing in the proverbial night),
relate the great of gone.
~~No po'em survives such an onslaught ~~
what leg
acy recalled, (had in mind
at the times when all
l o v e
seemed so g'damned
different.
Second chances non-extant now'a'days any'ways.
Roll over, buddy.
It's...
(relation'ships....be passing in the proverbial night),
relate the great of gone.
~~No po'em survives such an onslaught ~~
what leg
acy recalled, (had in mind
at the times when all
l o v e
seemed so g'damned
different.
Second chances non-extant now'a'days any'ways.
Roll over, buddy.
It's...
#regret
#memories
#disappointment
#nostalgia
#disability
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RECURRENT NOXIOUS FLOWERS OF DESPAIR (9-1-1996, Galveston Island, Texas)
an atomic implosion
abruptly
bloomed forth
in the dark
pit
of all my
too long suppressed
subconscious
collective despair
effectively turning me
inside out
completely abandoned
alone and lost
in the suddenly
realized
no longer hidden
inner horrors
of my own
accumulatively inverted
now exposed
man made
now seemingly manifest
synaptically challenged
pseudo insanity ...
abruptly
bloomed forth
in the dark
pit
of all my
too long suppressed
subconscious
collective despair
effectively turning me
inside out
completely abandoned
alone and lost
in the suddenly
realized
no longer hidden
inner horrors
of my own
accumulatively inverted
now exposed
man made
now seemingly manifest
synaptically challenged
pseudo insanity ...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
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KRIPPLE
By the power
of bipolar
and PTSD
my mind is crippled
by the power
of 3 amputations
I am a cripple
by the power of
constant pain
my life is crippled
By the power
of good genetics
my soul fearlessly fights
every waking hour
by the power
of my ancestors
My spirit is strong
as is my resolve
to stay on the path
to enlightenment
by the power
Of my Guru
he keeps me
on the straight and narrow
By the power
of meditation
I am whole again
of bipolar
and PTSD
my mind is crippled
by the power
of 3 amputations
I am a cripple
by the power of
constant pain
my life is crippled
By the power
of good genetics
my soul fearlessly fights
every waking hour
by the power
of my ancestors
My spirit is strong
as is my resolve
to stay on the path
to enlightenment
by the power
Of my Guru
he keeps me
on the straight and narrow
By the power
of meditation
I am whole again
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#disability
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J E R K i n' It
Keep jerkin'em out
Keep jerkin'em out
jerk'em out
jerk'em up
jerk'em sideway'wise
doin'the jerk doin'the jerk
the jerk the jerk
jerk jerk
whatta jerk wha' jerk
ha jerk
a jerk
jerkjerkjerkjerkjerkJERKjerks'round
Jerks
Jerk
...
Keep jerkin'em out
jerk'em out
jerk'em up
jerk'em sideway'wise
doin'the jerk doin'the jerk
the jerk the jerk
jerk jerk
whatta jerk wha' jerk
ha jerk
a jerk
jerkjerkjerkjerkjerkJERKjerks'round
Jerks
Jerk
...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#illness
#PTSD
#disability
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A Rather Bad Dissertation on the Current Life and After-Life (of dkzk)
beauty
of the touch
of love
unlikely
to ever touch
again
heart disabled.
heart dying.
how dare you infer
complainantly! Blessed be!
(But that's not true)
[i]Near all is cut off,
because of "unreliable balance" issues.
(am walking straight and unlimping with
no dependence on cane discontinued).
Car confiscated. Every move watched.
Possible danger. Everywhere.
May not cook on stove or oven. (!Fire!)
May not shop for own groceries.
Last hospital, 4 weeks...
of the touch
of love
unlikely
to ever touch
again
heart disabled.
heart dying.
how dare you infer
complainantly! Blessed be!
(But that's not true)
[i]Near all is cut off,
because of "unreliable balance" issues.
(am walking straight and unlimping with
no dependence on cane discontinued).
Car confiscated. Every move watched.
Possible danger. Everywhere.
May not cook on stove or oven. (!Fire!)
May not shop for own groceries.
Last hospital, 4 weeks...
#family
#death
#LifeStruggles
#disappointment
#disability
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Spasms: The Pangs of Pain
Spasms
Quickening
Then calm
A wince
Like a storm
Prolonged in it's fury
Varied in its form
A cadence
A tempo
From which consciousness is born
This body is my art
And I love to perform
Quickening
Then calm
A wince
Like a storm
Prolonged in it's fury
Varied in its form
A cadence
A tempo
From which consciousness is born
This body is my art
And I love to perform
#identity
#myself
#disability
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