Your Impaired Poet here:
I believe in truth to self, I’ve survived a lot yet am determined to thrive, I know we all have something valuable to offer, I see beauty in our damage for we are all damaged in our own way, I’m a spoonie* who refuses to let being chronically ill stop me, and I can attest that coffee is a health drink.
I’m aka coffeesister, as I believe hot beverages are a necessary part of life and sharing them is tangible friendship. In other priorities, I’m gratefully owned by two kittehs at present: Shadow Maddow (named for Rachel), who’s 13, and Pagan Sagan (named for Carl), who’s 10. They allow me to keep a fellow human around to provide ample lapage, his name’s Dave.
I know a little about a lot and a lot about a little, and have forgotten more than I’ll ever know again – quite literally as I deal with brain issues due to chronic illness. As I’m disabled by my illnesses, I’m plugging away at making my mark and working on my writing again.
“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”
— Robert Frost
*The term “spoonie” is derived from Christine Miserandino’s analogy of what it’s like to live with sickness or disability, The Spoon Theory.