By Jonathan Fitzgerald
Did you ever read the book, Flat Stanley,
About a boy who was totally flat?
He would lie there, floppy, with nothing inside…
Sometimes I feel like that.
Did you ever get sat on or pinned down,
By a brother or bully in combat?
You’d lie there, weighed down, unable to move…
Sometimes I feel like that.
Did you ever run and run and run as a child,
And fall into bed with a splat?
You’d lie there, exhausted, with legs just like jelly…
Sometimes I feel like that.
Did you ever have a moving toy,
Where the batteries were going flat?
It would lie there, slowing, listless then drained…
Sometimes I feel like that.
Did you ever get caught up in thick mist?
That’s my brain, it’s where the fog’s at.
You lie there, overwhelmed and can’t think straight…
Sometimes I feel like that.
Did you ever wake up on a cold winter’s day
And need to hibernate, or curl up like a cat?
You lie there, with no motivation to move…
Sometimes I feel like that.
Jaded, degraded and hazy.
But I’m still me – not weak, not a doormat.
Please don’t think that I’m lazy,
When I don’t always feel like that.
Because I’m me, I’m M.E, that is me.
And today I’ll hide under my hat.
But tomorrow I hope I’m recharged and happy…
And ALWAYS feel like that.
