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marxm0703
1 year ago
Black text on a white background. Text reads: "Being disabled isn't so bad. I heard you say that, cast on your leg and blood in your teeth. You say that, almost with a whisper, smile big on your lips. Twinkle in your eye that only shines when you joke. Being disabled isn't so bad. You were right when you said that, because of what you know: The flowers and cards at your bedside table The smiles and laughs when you hand someone a pen The extra love and gentle hands that push you in your chair The warm wishes of, 'hope you get better' and 'you look so well"
Black text on a white background. Text reads: "Of course Being disabled isn't so bad You were right when you said that, Only you just really don't know: That when you live like me for long enough The difference between 'sympathy' and 'pity' becomes apparent The eyes distort and the brow furrows And 'I can't help you' turns to 'I don't want to help you' The flowers wilt as people forget you were even there You can't go through another night like this. The cards slow to a stop, and eventually become firewood It's the only thing that warms you now."
Black text on a white background. Text reads: "Your wheelchair lies empty in the corner while your head drains of it's blood The bed creaking under the weight of your heavy bones Being disabled isn't so bad Because there's always a check waiting for you The amount less than a living wage and only enough to buy your next dose Nights taste of salt and Gatorade when you want to wash away the pain The heat sticks to your skin like sugar and the cold will only harden the shell You wouldnt know that medicine goes down much harder when youre so alone Being disabled isn't so bad"
Black text on a white background. Text reads: "Because when you look your family in the eyes And reach up to the stars for a lift The only helpful push you receive is the one that pushes you farther into hell Being disabled isn't so bad Because the only joy you can feel Is when you finally feel relief from the pain And the nice, cooling suit that you wear Helps line the skin that sits in your grave 'Here lies the cripple- We only ever wished him well.' -Michael Gallegos, 2023"

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A poem I wrote after fainting at work and seeing the reactions of those around me. Someone had made an insensitive joke and inspired me to write this. I put a lot of heartache into this so I hope others who ache too can enjoy. I personally think it's some of my best.

-Michael

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poetry my poetry poem long poem poems and poetry original poem original poetry disability art disability disabled bedridden chronic illness chronically ill physically disabled physical disability pots syndrome pots ehlers danlos syndrome chronic fatigue dysautonomia Im incredibly proud of this piece I made my coworker tear up when I showed her :')
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jedi-lothwolf
1 year ago

Merry Whumpmas Day 8: Bedridden

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Summary: Aizawa struggles with having to stay in bed after his injuries in the war arch.

  Being trapped in bed while his students fought in a war that they shouldn't have even been involved in was like torture to Aizawa. He hated thinking about it. They were alone. They were his children.

    Yet the hero commission decided that teenagers should fight. Their training wasn't complete. It felt like the commission was trying to get them killed.

    Aizawa wanted to help, he needed to help. But he couldn't. He was bedridden for the time being. He thought about how maybe Snipe should have killed Shigaraki when he had the chance. Maybe he should have been more careful.

    But it wasn't his fault. No one could have known. The league of villains was nothing but trouble.

    Aizawa looked out the window. He couldn't see much. The blinds were closed and he was well, half blind.

    There had to be something he could do, someway he could help them. Or maybe he could visit the students in the hospital?

    But the doctor wouldn't let him get up. He had to stay put. Hisashi was giving him as many updates as he could. He felt so, helpless to the situation.

    The hero wanted to move. Having to stay out mentally having to think. Aizawa didn't like to think. He liked to sleep but after staying in bed for so long, he didn't think he could anymore.

    The bed was uncomfortable. He couldn't get comfortable. Shota was in pain. But knowing his students were scared hurt more than any injury could. Aizawa felt he had failed them.

    But he also knew there was nothing he could do. He was trapped in his bed. For now all he could do was ask about them.

    Hisashi didn't like seeing Shota like that. He didn't like seeing him so inmobile. He knew it was hard on him.

    Time could be the only healer this time. Aizawa could do nothing just wait until he was better. Then he could join them again. He didn't care if it would be hard, being a teacher never was all that easy.

    So if all he could do was lay there, he would think of what to tell them. Aizawa tried to find a way to apologize for ever letting them step foot on a battlefield before they had graduated. The war took what was left of their childhood.

    Aizawa stopped staring at the closed window. He shifted and pulled the blanket up. If only he could just get up.

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merrywhumpmas merry whumpmas bedridden bnha my hero academia whump aizawa shouta shota aizawa
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