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, & like quicksand I’m pulled
beneath the surface
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