Disabled

Even though my challenges do not always present-

They are always present. 

Like a dripping that slows but never stops. 

Perpetual puddles that must always be mopped. 

It seems as if the distance between me and my peers-

Expands with my helplessness, that increases with the years.

Happiness must be maintained. 

Through constant assistance, I can be trained.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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