It’s one of those times of the day that I just sit and think.
Think about what I’m doing
Think about what I’m going to do
The current thinking is commonly surrounding money
How will I afford to live while waiting for Persons with Disabilities designation
How will I afford to keep my collection of rodents while I’m working far less and not able to make any more?
I’m mostly thinking
What do I do?
It’s all about this dip
I have to be poor to qualify
I can’t be any more poor without my entire life falling apart
Apparently poor is not poor enough for these people
But then how did the person applying for service afford the internet, printer, ink, and electricity to apply in the first place?
I had to borrow to get my application done
I wonder if that’s what everyone else does
I want to direct them to this site and tag every poem regarding pain and force them to read every letter and just see for a second
If they could just see for a second
It doesn’t escape me that I’m a disabled person who will be being judged by a probably able bodied person on whether I’m disabled enough to deserve funding
I’m so scared
So scared that somehow my suffering won’t be good enough for them
I just want to feel well enough to take a shower again
I just want to feel well enough to do the laundry again
I just want to feel well enough to clean my house so I can have someone over and actually see someone again
I just want to see someone again
I’m so tired of being alone
Just want someone to share my space for a while
And it’s not offense to the people I work with
Bless each and every one of them, they are intricate people
I just need to see someone when I’m not being forced to behave in a way
That’s what I’m thinking about today
Just going around in circles
I just want to land
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