Is a mess of muscles and joints
A calamity of bullet points for a doctor to look at and tell me what's wrong
To sing me a song of diagnostics and treatments to make me seem typical
When we both know that typical is something I'll never be
Is a catastrophe
A wasted scene of hopes and dreams that'll never be achieved
Leading to a series of highs and lows that go on like a rollercoaster
Leaving me a shattered and shaking mess in a matter of minutes
Wanting to imagine the dreary days away
Is a calamity
Wracked by the grief of being disabled
And the numbness of being too small for my own good
Stomach churning, never yearning for something everyone seems to want
Body blooming, everyone zooming ahead
Except for me
Left to crawl along
Is a catastrophe
Waiting for one more anxiety, fear, or urge for pain
To push it over the edge
For one more prick to turn to shove me over
Into the sea of “you're just confused”
Or “you'll never know until you try”
Run and hide, can't let it slide
No matter how much I want to
So, I trip
Until determination gets me back on my feet.
Love helps me to keep going.
And my Heart helps me to fly.
Ms. Ace is an asexual biromantic high schooler and writer who has three goals in life: to become a journalist for a magazine, to destroy ableism and acephobia, and to live in an apartment with her partner and three sphynx cats. She lives in St. Paul, MN and one day hopes to go to college to major in Creative Writing.
All works in The Asexual are created by writers, artists, and creators who identify under the ace umbrella. Owner retains copyright of work upon publication, but agrees to give The Asexual first serial/electronic rights and print rights as well as electronic and print archival rights. Owner also agrees that if the work is published subsequently, either online or in print, credit to The Asexual is provided.