Everyday I fight Invisible Dragons.
My disability fences me in. But to all but a few the fences are invisible.
I sat on the store furniture because I could not walk all the way around the store. No customer courtesy chair was provided.
I am not old, although I may be.
My mind is eaten by pain relief, my body is eaten by pain.
My Cultural Capital has been stolen.
I no longer know who I am. The mirror is no longer an accurate reflection.
I sit on the bench seat swinging my legs and picking the scab off my knee in disgust. I am only allowed to play Wing Defence for the last quarter of the game because I am not part of the regular team.
I am in a pram staring out at the world. The eyes that stare back at me are slightly bewildered. My eyelids slant upwards. I am not young but I could be.
I did not mean to get a tumor, to be unable to walk, to bin my careers and depend on the state.
I did not mean to daily fight invisible dragons.
I did not mean to sit on the floor of the store because I could not stand in the queue any longer.
I did not mean to lose my mind, to feel humiliated begging for care.
I wish the mirror accurately reflected me to the world, the invisible made visible.
Everyday I fight Invisible Dragons.