Door one is for those with questions about their disability check.
Door two is for those who didn’t get their disability
check.
Door three is for those who can’t find a doctor to treat
their disability.
Door four is for those who have been denied their
disability.
Door five is for those who were Sectioned Eight, no
disability.
Door six is for those seeking legal advice.
Door seven is for those whose paperwork never not submitted, go back to door one.
Door eight is for those who got kicked out of the shelter, go back to door six.
Door nine is for those suffering hallucinations, go back to door three.
Door ten is for those deemed a danger to themselves by door three.
Door eleven is for those who exhausted one through ten.
This poem is linked to dVerse and the inspiring post from Peter Frankis in Australia,
commemorating poetry, line breaks (when and how to take a breath) and endings, metaphorically and visually.
And, finally, may none of us have to frequent this hallway. Breathe