Disabled.

Disabled.

I won't tell you the reason why.

I won't tell you how I got to this point.

And I won't ever feel free.

The patterns,

the cycles,

the meltdowns

They're all normal to me now.

But if I tell you,

Then I am made weak,

vulnerable,

and misunderstood.

Beneath this, I am strong,

fighting,

and waging war though I am trapped

inside a body that remains sick.

I am more than a label,

but not enough to stop calling myself

by those terms.

I am my disability.

Author's Note

12.03.2017