disabled
disenfranchised
out in the cold
wanting to find a way up
a way out

this wasn’t how my life was supposed to be
I lost my balance and fell
now no one wants to help me up

I am not the person I once was
but I am not the person people think I am
I can stretch
I can move
I can help myself up

I just have to figure out how to make something
of what I have
and who I am
and what sense I can make of the world.

If I have to do that alone, so be it.
if I can find someone who has walked that path
and will show me how, so be it.
But I will do it.

—Lana Phillips

© 2015, poem, Lana Phillips, All rights reserved

One thought on “Pulling Myself Up

  1. I like that your writing, even when outraged, contains both defiance and hope. In this poem, I like these line:

    “…I am not the person people think I am
    I can stretch
    I can move
    I can help myself up”

    Like

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