Confined in office and home is fine
as long as I can do things I like -
surfing the Internet
But when rejection and isolation is
my daily fare, when my offerings
are met with a cold glare
My resolve weakens and my mind
disintegrates under the assault of
frozen disgust - undisguised
Attempts to destroy my spirit make
it almost impossible to breathe, yet
somehow I am not dead yet
What keeps me alive in a world all
hostile which imprisons me in a
chair all day long - where
physical symptoms make escape
impossible while access to my
dad is unattainable?
I accept responsibility for all these,
believing in freedom, all brought
about by my choices
Though why I chose to be ill, stuck in
the quagmire of mental sluggishness,
is beyond explanation
Admitting guilt lessens the burden and
makes me determined to learn how to
love unconditionally
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem