Stolen


We are here but for a fleeting moment
and yet I can only spectate

From the shackles of disease that I long to escape

I often find myself grieving for who I used to be

Before invasion, trespass & vandalism of this body & this disability.

It stole from me, robbed me of that fleeting moment,

That time frame that was mine and like quicksand I’m pulled beneath the surface ...


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