The invisible

The invisible

A short poem I wrote for a campaign I was involved in on Instagram, that was centered around the powerful phrase “Our chronic illnesses may be invisible but we are not”. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Joel vs Arthritis...
I’m tired, son.

I’m tired, son.

I’m tired, son. I’m tired of all the pain and not giving you all of myself. When something negative preoccupies my mind instead of finding my centre – on those dark brown eyes, the high rounded cheeks that could almost burst with every belly laugh....
My twisted valentine

My twisted valentine

Most loves are chosen, Though the greatest never feel like a choice.Masters of our destiny,We like to feel that we decide who enters the door to our lives.Love is a gift,Something we send or accept, willingly.And when unreciprocated,Cuts deep into a core you never...

Pain can take away my hobbies,
it can hamper my career.
It can lay me in a bed,
it can reduce me down to tears.
It can make me feel unable;
Inferior to my peers.
It can stretch the fabric of my sanity…

But it can’t touch what I feel right here.

Joel Nelson
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My greatest Christmas fear

My greatest Christmas fear

This is the second in a two-part ‘Empty chairs: Christmas in isolation’ series. You can find the first here: My Christmas Wish. When I was a childThe phone would never cease to ring,From family, friends, acquaintances; Those considered kin. Christmas...