By Rebecca Harrington
You tore me open
Expecting to see
Scars
Maggots
Pus
pain
Jump back!
Under the skin
Iron muscle
Determination
A giant beating heart
Pumping pride
To every cell
Even as I rest
A rich place
you scorned
but may inhabit
one day
as a refugee
“I am an aspiring writer who has strong feelings about how we disabled writers have an edge on those that are not disabled. We are tough and creative. I write mostly for my local writing group.”