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 © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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