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Disabled Dreamer

Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • Party Poem

    I like attending fun parties but I love hosting them more. Considering what everyone enjoys from food to activities. Decorating for the occasion until the house looks like a store advertisement featuring the event theme. I enjoy so much seeing people happy. Making memories with those I know. There would only be one occasion that…

  • Nurture Nightmare Poem

    Of course I have experience with an unpredictable father. Or perhaps the worst kind of predictable. But I can conceive an idea of a worse nightmare. One that haunts in an entirely different way. A situation that I’m not sure I could handle. But maybe a different form of one I already do. *** I…

  • Traits Poem

    I got body image issues from one. Early control that had long lasting impact. Emulated behavior that placed looks above golden happiness. Worry of judgment that became my own. At an early age looking sadly at the thickness of my arms. Trying to do what was portrayed as right and realizing it was unobtainable. ***…

  • I Get It Now Poem

    I understand why people take on difficult struggles. Challenges that are sure to bring frustration. That do not feel fair. A chance of victory but very small. Against those that do not have your best interests in mind. Though they should. *** Everything was stacked against me. Loopholes I did not know used. No care…

  • Preach Poem

    They accuse me of preaching. An unwanted message. Something that they had heard before. It did not end well for them. It never does. A raw nerve brushed against. *** I do not mean to preach. I never do. I simply share parts of myself without judgment. Yes I have ideas I aspire to follow…

  • Patience Poem

    I have been commended on my patience. A medal I sometimes display on my chest broadly. Other times hidden in my sock drawer out of my own line of sight. It always exists, I just do not always consider it the same. A shift of behavior that surprises many. Seemingly vibrant contradiction. *** That vibrancy…

  • Corner Of My Eye Poem

    I see it there. Hanging just out of where it thinks I cannot see. A dark vision without form. Would you believe me if I told you? Or would you laugh like some of the others have. Dismissed as another made up story for attention. *** I know that it means me harm. To shred…

  • Just a Little Treat Poem

    A grand gesture is nice. Even more if unearned. But so is just a little treat. Like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Cheap but an act of care. Equally unearned but even better if gifted. *** I like being treated on my birthday, but that is one day out of the…

  • The Mask Poem

    I want to rip it off. Does not matter if it has become your face by now. The blood can fly. Does not matter if it is yours or mine. As long as it is no longer a part of you. Destroyed beyond use. *** I was so confused when I realized that you wore…

  • Wonder Poem

    A baby girl sits in the pouch of her mom’s front carrier. Fool’s gold glitters on the ground and stuck in the walls of a cave. Sparkling like treasure far beyond it’s actual value. Bright enough to draw the attention of other little kids. Scrambling around with their little fingernails at any pieces within reach.…