This body, a cage of cruel design,

A prison of flesh where shadows entwine.

Each breath a betrayal, each step a lie,

A mockery of movement, a fight to survive.

Keep telling yourself there’s good in my days,

If it soothes your guilt, if it softens the haze.

You speak of strength, of beauty, of light,

But your words are ash in my endless night.

You’ll never convince me, your hope is in vain,

For...

This is a poem about the conversation between my body and the progressive, neuromuscular disorder that I live with. It’s called Spinal Muscular Atrophy Type 2 ( SMA2), it causes a lack of a protein called Survival Motor Neuron (SMN) in my body. This protein is responsible for maintaining and building muscle mass and function. Therefore , not having this protein causes my muscles to slowly deterior...

**In the quiet opening of each moment,**

**air enters—the invisible gift—**

**through the nose or mouth,**

**guided by the gentle pathways**

**of the nasal cavity,**

**where warm and filter,**

**trapped particles whisper away.**

**Down the trachea, a flexible tube,**

**carrying life’s breath deeper,**

**until it reaches the bronchi,**

**branching like roots into lungs—**

**a forest of delicate al...

In shadows where her laughter used to soar,

A hollow space now cradles whispered dreams.

The world, once vivid, now wears a muted veil,

Each moment slips like sand through trembling hands.

Her smile, a beacon of light in our darkest hours,

Now haunts the corners of our aching hearts.

We stumble through the labyrinth of loss,

Each step a ghost, an echo of her name.

The games we played, the...

_The heart's labyrinthine chambers_

_a maze of muscle, blood, and bone_

_four hollowed spaces, each with its own rhythm_

_beating in tandem, a symphony of life_

_Atria, ventricles, septum, and valves_

_a delicate dance of contraction and release_

_deoxygentated blood flows in, a dark, velvety stream_

_oxygenated blood flows out, a vibrant, crimson tide_

_The sinoatrial node, a spark of electrici...

Lilith the pitbull , a heart so true.

Always assisting me in all I do.

With her by my side, I’ll find my way.

Together, we’d heal, come what may....

This scene is intended for Lilith and Kyler when they had devised a plan to infiltrate Prince Aeron’s castle. They snuck in as guests for the prince’s celebration and the plan was for Lilith to find the perfect hiding spot when she had the opportunity, Aesira would lure the prince away from the celebration, Kyler would get the jump on him and Lilith would use her powers and skills to torture them ...

When it comes to my ideal target audience, there’s a few of them. The first, is children as my story is a memoir written for this age group. I hope to promote inclusivity and acceptance of children with disabilities when it comes to their able bodied peers. My memoir focuses on my personal experiences as a physically disabled person. I have Spinal Muscular Atrophy Type 2 (SMA2), it’s a progressive...

Join me; Crystal, aka SuperGimpChick, on an inspiring journey through my remarkable life with Spinal Muscular Atrophy Type 2 (SMA2) in "Little Warrior: Tales Of SuperGimpChick."

This poignant and uplifting autobiography series unfolds as an engaging children's stories. Each book retracing my path from age four and onward.

I faced formidable challenges with candor and wit. These included cancer o...

_This poem is dedicated to anyone that has a disability or chronic illness, or even both. You are not alone. You are seen. You will be heard. Stay strong. ~ Crystal___

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**_Stories In Blood & Ink by SuperGimpChick_**__

_We fight—not by choice, but by necessity,_

_navigating the labyrinths of care,_

_a ceaseless skirmish with "real" doctors,_

_“real” nurses, “real” specialists cloaked in whi...