By Mona Hassanzadeh
I sit in the corner of a café,
Silently holding on to the warmth of the coffee mug,
Watching as others go on about their day.
It’s therapeutic if you’ve never tried it,
Watching the way others rush in and out,
Always running, always chasing a goal.
None are paralyzed like I am
With no strength left to continue on like
This world isn’t filled with pain.
My pain was too much to bear for me, too crippling.
Was I weak? Do others not have pain?
Am I a coward in the face of the world?
How do others do it?
Act like life can go on if we just smile, nodding politely at each other.
I can’t do that-
I have no strength left.
I’ve been left broken in this corner,
The pieces hard to collect.
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