Letting Me Die

Reading Rob Parsons ‘Heart of
Success - making it in Business
without losing in Life' I'm agitated
the author explains all should be
encouraged to use their special
gift in the workplace

I lamented doing translation is an
attempt to strangle myself, destroy
emotion and imagination - change
my basic character until I resemble
a robot, good for nothing and very
nearly dead

Then you reminded me again with
the allergy I am in a mental wheel-
chair, while others sprint ahead &
cross the finishing line I have not
even started yet, I'm like a person
born blind

I have never felt what it is like to
enjoy the wonder of vision; in my
case, the wonder of quiet routine
intelligence; with my IQ fluctuating
madly, emotions out of control, the
only way

For me to live the life of a normal
person is by dying unto myself; I
ought to congratulate myself as I
am dead, should be SO PROUD
thank you for letting me die with-
out spilling

A single dropp of blood!

Friday 27 April 2012

poem by Margaret Alice Second
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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