Poetry

After Living

Ruptured uterus
The worst thing a doctor can tell an expecting mother
Disabled
The worst thing the doctor can call her child
Cripple
The word that has tortured me ever since
I put my heart on my sleeve and my guts on the stage
Wrote words Ive feared for all my life in hopes that you would hear me
And you did, hundreds of you
But as I expanded my story into the world of faceless bloggers,
One response was less accepting, less understanding
For as my soul spread over thin wires
His response came creeping back

Living

Ruptured uterus
The worst thing a doctor can tell an expecting mother
Disabled
The worst thing the doctor can call her child
But he did
and as the words leaked from his lips,
Hope hemorrhaged from my parents hearts,
declaring that I am going nowhere
because living is impossible
and even with a miracle
I will never walk or talk, or do anything for myself
As though god grabbed my neck and said “sorry kid… aint no place for you”
But I didn’t listen

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