by Neesa Suncheuri
No One is Disabled.
Candy wrappers and tampons under the bed.
Some ants feast, corpses of older generations remain.
In the corners underneath furniture,
Yet still, mine is a civilized home.
Clothes unwashed, nothing is sorted.
No more toilet paper, water will suffice.
Dollar store soap bottle, refilled with water.
And a brillo pad, all but brown rusted shreds…
Yet still, I live here, and my life has meaning.
In the evening, I climb under my sheets,
And fall asleep, like everyone else.
When I awake, I use the restroom and wash,
Just like everyone else too.
The house is stuffy, I open the window,
The spring sunlight reflects off the leaves.
And when I go outside for a morning walk,
The sun reflects off me too.
There’s nothing at all wrong with my life.
I live day to day, paycheck to paycheck.
And to contemplate life in between payments?
That is sublime indeed.
And the mark of
Neesa Suncheuri works as a mental health peer specialist at a housing agency in Queens, New York. She is the founder of a Facebook discussion group for peer specialists and other recovery enthusiasts, entitled “What is Wellness? A Mental Health Discussion Group.” Much of her creative inspiration is rooted in her now-tamed schizophrenia. She writes poetry and fiction, and maintains a blog called Unlearning Schizophrenia. She is also a singer/songwriter, and an enthusiast for the German language and culture. Follow her on Twitter at @neesasuncheuri.