Our Place

I used to stop by that place,

Memories of that night-

Haunting me like ghosts,

Only when they flattened it,

Did I know I could move from that spot.

I miss you

I miss you in:

Every day, hour, minute,

The moment isn’t the same,

I know you should be with us,

But you were snatched away,

And all I can think is how I have-

All these stories that were never mine to tell.

Disability & Me

My partner and I were talking today about people’s opinions when it came to disability. Talk of how law should change to reflect and encompass what it means to be ‘differently abled’ and how that affects how you’re seen to others. Most importantly how you’re seen to those who aren’t walking a mile in your shoes.

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