Stillness, Sublime
mini poem Monday
sacrifice some time for me still no sublime
sacrifice your mind for me still not sublime
in season where the screen reigns supreme
hail no other reason for you to be keen
on being seen, stick to the hard work
don’t eat at your goals,
control hardens your heart
Transcending Tenderness
I notice when my body shifts I can feel the tendons tighten under my skin. I practiced perfection, I thought I could polish the pain to form connection. I started becoming a witness, living in liminality. I live like a live wire— unpredictable as a summer rain. I don't hold onto the shame distance carries, though I know not all pain is temporary. I feel like I’m at the edge of existence. Left foot social, right foot unapproachable the Hokey Pokey of disability.
