Am I Truly a Monster?

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Am I truly a monster? Nobody’s coming to me!

My body’s entirely broken — all sights are looking away…

This is not an infection and something poisonous green —

Misfortune and sickness simply severely crossed my way.

I am accustomed to grief. I’m more than invisible.

Maybe I am a shadow hidden under the hood.

My transparent skin and my soul are indivisible —

But my soul is still here and shining in bright light and good…

My body is broken for years. The wheelchair has its prequel.

My flesh wears the killing pain. My soul trembles in heaviness.

How can I tell you, though, that we are people — all equal?!

So, am I the dark nightmare of your fragile happiness?

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I know that the theme of this poem is very difficult. People in disadvantaged positions, the sick, and the disabled often struggle daily with pain and loneliness.

It is important to acknowledge and be aware of their experience and to provide support and understanding. The poem draws attention to the importance of empathy towards those struggling with significant challenges in their lives.

Thank you for reading.