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Disabled Dreamer

Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • Those At The Bottom

    Logically, it makes sense that those more vulnerable are more susceptible to negative service changes. Even if some people do not want to believe it. They would rather blame societal laziness and lack of effort. Insisting that some things are only done in the name of convenience and a luxury. That there are other options…

  • Stress Poem

    My heart beats out of my chest. Was it something I ate or drank? No, nothing that could do this. My caffeine was low and sugar intake normal. It only seems to be getting worse. What does it mean? *** Is it a medical emergency? Maybe God has finally come to claim my soul. It…

  • No Change Poem

    Some things never change for good or bad. That makes them both bad in the end. Stunted growth and improvement hand in hand. Never truly learning or moving forward. Stuck in a horrible stasis. True dead end. *** “I DO NOT TRUST YOU ANYMORE. YOU THROW OUT THINGS THAT I LOVE.” *** Some things can…

  • Distraction Poem

    Shiny! Bright! Inspiring! The perfect story! Intriguing and confounding! Designed to uproot the mind to a better place! *** Temporary. When the story ends and the movie curtains close, it disappears. I remain as I was before thrown back to my body. Not physically or mentally different. No strange miracle taken place. The only souvenir…

  • Hot Cookies Poem

    Not all rules should be held equal. In fact, there are some that should be broken. Not out of injustice, but out of love and growth. Never out of rebellion but an allowed transgression out of respect. A loved mistake. A gentle hand. *** My mother used to make homemade cookies. Delights that would test…

  • Surgery Progress Update

    As the old saying goes: no news is good news. Unfortunately this post is no different. Recovery has not gone well. Problems started almost immediately. As this surgery was much deeper than my previous ones it hurt much worse. Sleeping was also intolerable as I must sleep on my side. This meant I either had…

  • Quaint Poem

    My heart craves what my mind does not. It craves the quaint and the simple. Doors already left open for me. The inelegant familiar. Removed far away from the state of shock and surprise. The flavors of life I return to a thousand times over. *** My body craves just the basic necessities. An aquarium…

  • I Pray For You

    For those currently suffering I pray for you. Hanging on for a better tomorrow. Hanging by a thread that might snap at any moment. For those I know and for those I do not know. With a mind so overloaded or tortured that the thought of tomorrow might be impossible. Having to handle one step…

  • A Little Grace Poem

    Not everyone knows your history. The way you move and the manner you speak. They don’t know the challenges you constantly overcome. Or the people that you have had to interact with. Those that were less kind to your face or indirectly. All those that did not have best intentions for you at heart. ***…

  • It Fades Poem

    This moment, The grouping of time that you lay in, Will not last. Pushed down like the setting sun. A cry that might echo but will change. Cursed to forever fade. *** That good time is doomed to fade to golden memory. A blessing in disguise. Built upon an alter of emotions. An ambrosia that…