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Holding Refrain
I held my tongueboarding the bus,when you took the seatopposite the wheelchair space. Not all disabilities are visible.I am proof of that. I thought about saying something.I didn’t. The bus moved.People scrolled.Nobody looked up. My voice stayed where it was,caught somewhere betweenthought and sound. Do you listen,or just hear noise? I held refrain.The moment passed.Nobody noticed.
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Manners (Out of Stock)
It’s the little things you notice when they’re no longer there.
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Who Gives a Crap?
Author’s note: This one wasn’t planned.It just came out—somewhere between frustration with the world and trying to hold myself together within it.There’s a line in here that’s very real, and a moment I didn’t expect to share—but it felt important to leave it in.Sometimes we carry more than people realise.And sometimes, it only takes a voice from the past to unravel everything. Who gives a crap? Who gives a crap about some orange-tinted “Master Chief”playing war like it’s Halo?Everybody – or so it seems. Who gives a crap about the ongoing battle in Ukraine,still quietly burning in the background?Nobody – the algorithm moved on.Slava Ukraine. Who gives a crap about…
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Do You Listen?
The world is loud — but is that the problem? Or have we learned to close our ears to what matters most?
