I thought I had accepted how life is.
When actually I had given up on
what life could be.
So I smashed my life.
I fought again for what I knew
would not be understood,
not to make a difference, but
know I still exist.
It freed me, though still chained
in flesh, I no longer expect of myself
what I feel others may.
I try live the best
I know how,
meeting needs
of those in my care.
Including me.
~IW~