My nerves ache
my vertebrae shift
like the spine of a well read book.
Open and exposed
too many times.
Scalpel to flesh,
metal to bone,
sliced to find
my foundation has cracked.
The roads I’ve walked
can no longer hold me
and my legs can no longer
walk the paths meant for me.
My bones twist,
joints gnarled.
I dreamed of dancing through stars
and now I can only watch them from
my place on earth.
I am trapped by
the birdcage of my body.
Rooting into my perch
like some sort of tree,
my own broken back bonsai.
Thank you for reading! I’m a disabled, autistic author and poet and I appreciate every reader who graces my account.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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