Staking His claim

 Disabled people

Can often feel worthless

Because we 

Don’t bring

Home the bacon

We are not productive

According to the world

We go slow

When we do move

And after such movement

Rest is not 

A choice

It’s a necessity 

Upkeep

Is expensive

We need help

Even if 

We don’t ask

Making friends

Who love you

For who you

Are is a gamble

With not the 

Best odds

You tell

Yourself daily

To stop fighting 

Yet you wake up

In a cold sweat

If you don’t.


You tell 

Yourself

Don’t explain

And then 

Give them

Some life 

Lessons

They didn’t 

Ask for

Necessarily


You tell

Yourself lies

Daily because

The truth

Stings with

The pain

Of a thousand 

Fire ant bites


Jesus

Guard my 

Heart and tongue

Because vile filth

Can emanate

From places

Where only

Love is

To remain


I belong

To you

Not the 

World

That only

Seeks to destroy 

What the 

Father 

Has staked 

His claim

On

Me

Comments

  1. ConniecrafterAugust 27, 2025 at 7:51 AM

    I have some of the same feelings as I am getting older and my body can't do what it once did and what I do has slowed me down, it helps to know there are others in my same boat that get discouraged but we keep going, and are thankful for what we still can do :)

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  2. Faith A at Daffodil CardsAugust 27, 2025 at 9:11 AM

    I've been around a fair few invalids Regine, my own Mother had her leg off at 83 and continued to live on her own until her passing at 91, of course she needed help, we all need help at some time. Please don't feel guilty, there is such a thing as Karma for those who criticize. x

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