FROM ‘A KINGDOM OF WORDS’, NOTTINGHAM ACADEMY, 2018
I lay in my bed and wish I was normal.
That I could ride a bike with my son, go to the park, play
or even walk him to school.
I dress my heavy, stone legs: a third of my energy is gone for the day.
As I make my tea to wake me up
the dark monster comes to take me away.
As I resist the pain it gets more and more.
The pain, oh, the pain.
I unleash a waterfall of tears. Why me? The torture is just
another sign of
decay.
‘I’m going to be okay…’ I lie to my son. I smile, laugh and joke
with him
while I still can, but lying makes the truth closer and closer…
