Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Invisible (Poem 2012)

I should take the ‘scrounger rhetoric’ on the chin
But the Condems compound my demons within
They make me feel worthless 
And it’s time truth was told, 
Disability makes me a lot of things, 
But I'll never be heartless, and cold!

Have they seen me cry at night, 
When I’m anxious and in pain?
Do they know that sometimes,
I’m too tired
To face the day again?

Do they know that ATOS plague my dreams
And I watch myself scream
Judged in the assessor’s chair
I wonder would it matter so little,
If it was them sitting there?

The independence I have,
I’ve fought for and it scares me to the core
That I might lose that precious prize.
Does it not matter that we’re drowning
Because of Condem lies?

Seventy three deaths or more
Is the current score per week
We are shouting, begging, pleading
But you aren’t listening
Lives are looking bleak.

There is no difference between me and you,
What would you do
If our situations were reversed?
Disability is bad enough
But now fear is making it worse!

I want to live a normal life
And it cuts like a knife
Not to have a job or be a Mum,
But I didn’t choose this
And nor would anyone!

I wish I could dance in the rain
Or walk with a cup of tea,
But it’s always wheelchairs and sticks again
And I know I’ll never be free.

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