This poem was one of the first I had ever written after my diagnosis, and only recently found when I was "digging around" in some old files. Even though so much of my life has changed, much of the feeling remains true.
RAINCOATS
People tell me
of the anger they would have
if they were sick.
They must think anger
is a brand-new raincoat
you button up tight
on a cloudy morning.
I don't need one;
sometimes I like the cold.
I cannot wear my anger now.
I need to practice standing
out in better weather.
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