The Vicious Cycle of Being Disabled in 2025
Prices climb, the world moves fast,
More work to do, more bills to last.
Disabled young, back in ‘17,
It meant survival—barely seen.
Not sick enough to waste away,
But pain ensures I cannot stay
At desks or screens for hours on end,
My body breaks, it will not bend.
One income stands, we make it through,
No grand vacations, nothing new.
But in this space where dollars lack,
I hold my health—I won’t give it back.
Some might say it’s luck or grace
To earn a check, to have a place,
Yet what they miss, what they don’t see,
Is how much pain it costs to be me.
So I will save my strongest days
For love that lights and warms my way.
No office walls, no corporate climb,
Just precious moments—yours and mine.
Written by Shanell Huggins #MightyPoets #Migraines #DegenerativeDiscDisease #Fibromyalgia #Depression #Anxiety