(Saskatchewan Income Support)
With his head
In his hands he said:
I have no joy
Using 4k a month of meds.
The disease is a shameful
One in more ways than one.
To the doctor you’re a subject
Who he over medicates.
The nurse is often patronizing,
The workplace ignores you.
And society abhors you.
Your family destroys you,
Discounting you as a child.
My brain is fogged
With each pill I take
It makes my hands
And fingers shake
It twitches my face
And disturbs my gate
It keeps me awake
In my depressive state
As it’s designed to block
All happiness.
My life is a misery.
But they think
I have an easy ride
On this free train
Called income support.
So I said: Let’s pray
For newness
that works with you.
Let’s pray for a
more holistic path
And if you know
You’re made by God
In a unique way
You can find the gifts
In your illness.
Maybe you can stop the fight
And come to enjoy the flight.