I'm over it

I can no longer stand

The blatant discrimination 

The unwelcome feeling in my home 

The signs that the world doesn't want me

The soul sucking loneliness 

The wheelchair that never fits

The stacks of paperwork for survival 

The phone calls that come when I rest

The inability to get out of bed

The bitter taste of pills with no guarantees 

The separation from my friends

The hostility of humanity

The hard seat of my bedside commode

The doctors who raise their brows

The dreams I will never achieve

The grime I feel because I can't shower

The nightmares that come every night

The brain fog that keeps me from connecting

The pain that spreads from head to toe

The gravity that pushes me down further 

The weakness in my limbs growing weaker 

The fact I can no longer do things I love 

This illness with no end.