{crippled}
I’m a ghost when I walk in,
and i hear,
“well yes, she is crippled, but look at how well she’s doing,”
yes, look at how well i am doing,
bent like a willow to the wind,
caved into culture’s condemnations, social constructs
when will you accept,
that you are enough–
just standing around taking up space and enjoying yourself.
otherwise your heart light begins to hollow,
and the treasure you once held slips out of grasp.
–e.l. jayne
Poems & Prose 
Standing around, taking up space and enjoying myself is my current lifestyle.
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Sounds like you’re living the kind of life I yearn for!
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You do not yearn to be old and irrelevent.
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When we cease giving in to the socially constructed idea of comparing ourselves to other “better” things, we can embrace the wonderful individual whom we truly are.
Thank you for this beautiful poem. 🧡
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I love this, and I can easily agree to your words and the idea of my poem, but actually putting it into practice, actually ceasing to compare… that’s the hard part for me. And I’m sure for many others. Not expecting perfection though, just looking forward to seeing progress no matter how long that may take. 🙂
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You’ve got that right, I’m living right there too. Some days picking up my guitar is difficult let alone strumming the strings and singing after seeing what other people can do, who have played for less time than I have. Different things seem so easy for some people don’t they? Be it writing, playing music, sport, even putting this into practice.
Kia kaha (stay strong) and keep on keeping on being awesome.
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