SuperGimpChick

SuperGimpChick

I’m a physically disabled woman that writes stories and poetry. I’m passionate about every I write, but I tend to lean towards the darker themes of life.

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The Fight Within

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...

Breath Of Life

**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...

Without You, Little Sister

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...

How The Heart Beats

_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...

Pitbull Friend

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....

Scene From “The Silent Kingdom”

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 ...

Little Warrior Target Audiences

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...

Little Warrior: Tales Of SuperGimpChick

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...

Stories In Blood & Ink

_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...

Give Me The Wolf In You

In shadowed woods where whispers softly dwell,

Among the pines where secrets come to life,

There lurks a truth that you alone possess,

The wild, untamed wolf that lies within.


Not for the day’s soft light or gentle touch,

Nor for the world’s adorned and polished ways,

I crave the raw, the stark, the primal call,

The song that from your deepest heart resounds.


Speak not of roses basking in the li...