Hello my lovely readers
A shorter post tonight - and not the one I thought. We're having loadshedding here (scheduled powercuts due to shortage of supply) so it's got me thinking about how much I rely on electricity on a personal level. Essentially, I've realised, if I lived here we'd need a generator to be sure I could charge my chair. Which is quite something, really, and sits me in solidarity with others who need similar medical support. Without further ado, here's the resulting poem.
7th December 2019
Tonight I muse on electricity,
now I've spent blocks of time with it turned off,
because I've learnt it's my security,
and how, without a source, I would be lost.
Whilst I can cope not using my computer,
or some related things like internet,
my wheelchair is not a wifi router
and without it, I feel trapped, upset.
I write this and am conscious of my priv'lege:
I'm grateful that I have one which is powered.
Yet I still think it's valid to acknowledge
the fear I feel when that freedom is lowered.
I'm sure, too, I'm just one of many others
for whom equipment gets into a bother.
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