The blue parking spot. (revised)

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In the back of my mind I find it hard to believe
That anyone would ever want me.

In the back of my mind, all anyone can see
Is my wobbly and disabled body.

It's one of my biggest insecurities but I know I'm lucky.
Not to have to need a wheelchair and have such great mobility.
I fought for this. I did.

But I move kinda slow and struggle with certain things.
Like lifting my feet and keeping my balance.
It doesn't take much for my feet to start killing me.

Is that something anyone would want to deal with?
It's not much, until it is, and I start to feel like a burden.

It's one of my biggest insecurities, but I know I'm lucky.
But maybe this insecurity is influencing me.
Is my low self esteem,
The reason why I'm questioning?

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