My Poetry

The Outcasts

When families reunite, in gardens with beer and cheer,
I will still be listening.

When neighbours have toured more houses in a weekend than I’ve visited this year,
I will still be video calling.

When Facebook is filled with pictures of friends by the sea,
I will still be pacing my garden.

When the schools and nurseries reopen and parents breathe a sigh of relief,
I will still be educating my Dylan.

When retailers turn over signs, from ‘closed’ to ‘open’…’all come in!’,
I will still be online shopping.

When the ‘two metre rule’ is relaxed and the nation celebrates a ‘hug your loved ones’ day,
We will still be sobbing.

For we are the shielded.
A forgotten corner of society deemed too weak to risk.

And even though we forwent our treatments to make space for the sick,
We curried no favour, gained little coverage.

There was a window of opportunity, a chance to really experience.
How lockdown gave a taste of disability and how we have to live.

But the time when we were ‘in this together’ has now seemingly passed,
As people go back to normality, the shielded are left at home. The outcasts.

One Comment

  1. Rick Phillips

    Or the really smart ones. Could go either way !!

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Joel Nelson

Joel Nelson

Joel has lived with numerous forms of arthritis most of his life, with the onset when he was just 11 years old. In 2019, Joel created his blog, JoelvsArthritis to share his experiences, raise awareness and to be an advocate for those with arthritis and other autoimmune conditions. In his short writing career, Joel has written for a number of leading autoimmune and disability charities and is a community advocate and writer for Read his arthritis story here:

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