Seasonal Suffering

I find you, in the cold of a Winter morning,

standing at the foot of my bed as I wake.

Your touch lingering upon me as my mind begins to stir,

trailing along my skin, my legs, arms and chest ever so lightly,

Seeping through my muscles, my bones for the briefest moment.

And than? Nothing, I feel numb.

lost in the sensation that the absence of you may bring.

There you are, hidden in the fragrant breeze of a gentle Spring,

You carry yourself upon the winds, an invisible dagger in the air.

Did you find me or had I stumbled upon you?

A sneeze, a cough, the mild hum of you in my head,

how could I forget the way you play with my senses?

To me, you'll always be present in the Summer heat. Just a small role in the cause of my discomfort,

The constant cry of blades churning from the corner,

a weak attempt to remove the heat that empowers you.

It is now, I'll spend my days seeking the comfort of darkness,

doing all I can to screen my home from the cruel sun above.

And yet, you come, you creep, you seep and hide within

where I am too weak, to fight you.

Not to mention, your ability to rise through the pastel leaves of Fall.

Stalking me through the beauty of the canvas that blankets the ground,

surrounding me as I try and find comfort in the mist, beneath the clouds.

I feel safe when the skies weep down upon us,

encumbering me with the weight of their tears. That instant, where a cold, wet shirt clings to my torso.

The longing I feel to be held, hugged, embraced

fulfilled by the rain that hides my sorrow, my pain.

I am always looking for you, seeking you out.

Preparing my heart for your next appearance.

The truth is though, that you have never once left me,

never left my mind, my soul. Haunting my memories.

I may not always feel you upon my person, but you are there. You have become a part of me, without you, I cannot be whole.

without a body of your own, you tried to take mine,

to break me, make me and bend me to your will!

I fought, I fought for so long. Thinking that I could push you out,

but, I realize now how wrong that was, how foolish I had been.

Without you, I cannot exist, and without me?

Well, without me you will always be there, haunting another,

causing others to suffer your impact. to feel your hold on their soul

To learn of your touch and accept you into their lives as I now try to.

You come in many forms, some we can see, but others are hidden.

always existing throughout the world, revealing yourself in time.

We come to know you, to learn of you by many names.

However, one name, one title that we will always remember you by,

A word many are afraid to hear in regards to themselves,

More so, for those that they love...

That name?

Disability.