when you ask for “HELP!” you are showing vulnerability.
but as i grew older i knew that vulnerability was a strength.
you are open and raw
you are stripped of dignity,
you have no motif,
no idea what to expect in response,
no planned outcome or measure.
but you feel a sadness that you need ask
you… a demoralised inadequacy.
acknowledging your inability to go it alone
admitting exhaustion at the current status quo.
i pleaded, “help me now, I can’t continue with this unaided”,
words shed through flowing tears,
tears of guilt,
and disappointment in myself.
Disability should NOT have difficulties caused by it, but it does.
It should not be an extra living expense, but dear GOD it is!
PLEASE HEAR MY PLEA,
those of you who can do right, please do right.
i live in hope of your care
in a state of instability physical and mental
of increased emotional torture
in yet another LIMBO.