Categories
Poetry

Disabled

Imagine.

If the highly sensitive

folk

labelled

those who are not

like us:

disorder,

disabled,

broken.

Imagine.

Just imagine

that.

And we’re the broken ones

they say.

The ones who paint a canvas

as naturally as the sun paints

the earth.

Disabled,

they say.

No

I say.

Categories
Life

The Deep End Of Me

If I love you:

Today, you feel like all the pink clouds in my sky.

white clouds and blue sky

 

If I miss you:

Today, I ache for what we make the world when we are together.

photo of four girls wearing school uniform doing hand signs

 

If I know you:

Today, I see every inch of your universe; inside, outside, below and above.

sky space dark galaxy

 

If I’m upset with you:

Today, you are the one black rock among a sea of white.

nature summer yellow animal

 

Today, I feel everything and all of us.

Today, I am swimming in the deep end of me.

photo of man with face paint

 

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