A recent sonnet, written for a friend whom I love. It's hard to see your loved ones hurt themselves.
How do you reconcile the different sorts of love? How do you risk loving someone you depend on? How do you deal with the constant confusion of desperation and gratitude?
All my life, I have never feared being creative. As a woman and now as a resigned member of the disabled community, I am passionate about rights, and standing up for those to weak to fight for them. Sadly, in recent years I have joined their number - after so many months of fighting just to make it through a day without contorting into the foetal position, I have become too tired to feel in any way effective.