Those of us with a chronic, disabling illness go through a lot of 'ups and downs' in our life. Especially is we were formerly athletic, wore high heels, had a muscular body, or were just in good shape, things change. It is as if we live in a body that doesn't belong to us. For someone who has never been disabled, you can only imagine this; you are not "in" this Special Club. For those in the Club, you know of what I speak. I've written books, blogs, short stories, scientific Abstracts, and a myriad of types of writing, but the Holidays bring out a certain kind of sadness that I know. That we all know. So, here is my attempt at poetry in the raw, from that black pit that wants to overcome me and you with destruction, because there is no good in it. I only share it with you so that some of you can relate, knowing you are not the only one.
Short Stories about Dr. Margaret Aranda