They think you don`t notice.

They think you don`t notice.

They think you don`t notice,
The words getting less;
Sentences are now only words.
They think you don`t realise,
That they now flinch and recoil,
They look to escape with ease.
You shared with trepidation,
Almost like confessing a crime,
Knowing they`ll imagine the worst;
a scenario of their attributions.
They wriggle, trying to be kind,
Thinking up a charitable route,
They leave the metaphor door open;
Closing the internet door tight.
What did they imagine I wonder?
A wheelchair Quasimodo figure?
Round the clock care required?
A life of duty, no normaility?
Little do they know of my life?
Their loss was not to find out.
Their loss was to only brainstorm;
Their loss was in fact, me!

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About Maith an cailin

Born in the 1960s, I`m a single Mum of a young adult. I am a full-time wheelchair user, who has been single since a marriage breakdown in 2008. I live in a UK remote village, not easy with a disability but this is a honest account of a ordinary Woman with a disability.
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3 Responses to They think you don`t notice.

  1. Sheila says:

    Such a good writer, you should share your poetry more, even anonymously.

  2. sophie says:

    love this…and poetry usually scares me …I always think “i wont get it” .

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