He

He sits there,
A shadow,
Invisible.
No communication,
No movement ,
No independence.
Spoken about,
Spoken at,
Never to.
Things get done,
He cannot "do".
His life is lived,
But he has no life.
He has no voice,
He is trapped,
In crowded isolation.

Another day

Another day, another pill
She grimaces as she swallows.
How many more will she have to take?
One for pain, one for fatigue, one for nausea
Is it worth it?


Another day, another test
Doctors can't decide.
What is it? What is the diagnosis?
Hypermobility, EDS, Fibromyalgia?
Or all three?


Another day, another trip.
Why is she in the disabled parking?
She is to young, it's obvious!
And she has children, can't be disabled!
I wish that were true.


Another day, another form.
Social security checks and details,
Stress and complications.
I wish I could work 9-5,
I really do.


Another day, another judgement.
Before you judge someone,
Try being in their shoes.
Experience their illness.
Or one like mine.