Speaking Her Mind------Poetry (the possible words of a totally disabled person)

Speaking Her Mind

I think they’re coming soon

With that lift thing called a sling

There’ll be some idle chitchat ‘fore

That nurse decides to sing.

‘Now how are you today my dear?

You’re looking kind of swish.’

I feel just like a sack of spit

Stop talking, fill that dish.

‘Ready? Yes! I think we are!

The water’s nice and warm,

Down down, down down, we go…

No no – that’s hot – that’s burning hot

my cold skin’s now received a shock!

For corpuscles are creeping slow, 

I gaze on skin that’s lost its glow.    

Flacidly here abed I lie,

with heart still beating – open aye.

I guess I’m feeling dying breath

It’s cold wind whispering at my throat,

My voice has gone –what did I wrong

That I must sing this silent song?

I’m trapped inside this body

with an active brain restrained;

The words I’d like to shout out loud

refuse to be proclaimed.

No limbs that work, no sign of life,

choice is denied along with strife.

Can’t undo what is in the past,

it’s too late now, the die is cast


This poetry was inspired by the many disabled people in the shopping centre. I often wonder what totally disabled people, who can't even speak, are thinking. I'm thankful I still have my voice.