I was going to speak tonight
to read aloud to strangers
read aloud a poem penned about past memories of epilepsy
what will these strangers think
when they hear the word ‘epilepsy’
will curiosity ripple about what this condition is about?
will sympathy push meaning aside?
will the narrow laser of judgment excise humanity from my soul?
will understanding accept without knowing?
only one other person was present
My poem was read with no reaction
Are all these questions phantom worries floating inside my head?
Are they realities for some?
it’s not all about me......
my own acceptance of how others feel is as important
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