Kirstie Sivapalan
New poem for ME Awareness Month 2021. I wanted to write something that reflects the frustration of being dismissed, ignored & gaslighted because we cannot be "good productive members" of a consumerist economy. Seems apt to post this on International Workers Day too. For more information on living with M.E or caring for someone with… Continue reading Defective
They taught me in Economics that money was infinite So why do hands curse and bodies curl, in boxes overhanging the highway. If money was infinite it would find them, would it not? It would flow downstream, flushing the land with riches - fish, fowl, flowers, fancy Did it get stuck along the way? Did… Continue reading Economics Lesson
Normally I am Little Miss Hopeful, relentlessly optimistic about humanity and our future. Some days, days like the day I wrote the first "movement" of this poem, drops of despair and confusion trickle through and for a while it becomes that much harder to find the light. I wrote Wake after reading my morning news,… Continue reading Wake
Enough. Enough, haven't you got enough stuff Haven't you filled that gaping hole inside Haven't you stymied that gnawing lust and pride? Enough. Enough, don't you realise you are just not that tough? Haven't you softened just a little bit Haven't you fed all the demons in your deep, dark pit? Enough. Enough, can't you… Continue reading Enough
Writing and M.E. 