Steel wrapped in candy-floss

We walk among you.

The spoonies, the warriors.

The “my cups empty” or “my cup was never full”-ers

The workers, the fighters,

The planners, the pacers.

We are steel wrapped in candy-floss.

We are human, homo brokiensis,

Homo in-a-million-pieces

You think we are the same,

but you are blinded by

your own notion of normal.

You cannot see us.

I am my own definition of normal

Pain, exhaustion, these are my hot and cold.

I am human. I walk beside you.

Day by day, I limp, I smile.

I laugh. I am happy.

I hurt, I cry.

My secret is written on the inside of my skull.

My pain is wrapped around my neck like a scarf

My fatigue is a lead weight behind my eyes.

When the water’s high you stand tall,

I am dragged down. I learn to swim.

I am steel wrapped in candy-floss.

This has been a bit of an experiment for me. I have written poetry for a while, but normally I have focused it away from myself. For a long time, I have wanted to turn it inwards, and this is the result.

I am not a poet, any more than I am a blogger or a writer, but sometimes the mood takes me. If you have any comments or criticisms, please post them below and I will respond as I can.