Disability.  It rules your world

Until you are alone

When you stand up

Throw your wheelchair to the wall

And dance


Going steady

Smoking reefer again’ the pain

Feelin’ good inside, nevermind

The outer

Stupid clubbers

Who at nightfall forget what they

Object to.  And “go crazy” when in fact

Their sanity is just in sight.

I’ve been crazy and I know what a delicate feeling it is

Not for the weak

Its strength

Lies in the

Outermost threads of

Our youth where we learn to

Be strong.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

      • I found and ate all the eggs before the children woke up so I am saited, thanks.


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