Inside the dead of winter
Curls a fiery soul
A little bear that sleeps defiant
Waiting out the cold.
 
She does not let it press her
Or file down her teeth,
The wind of sorrow whipping ‘round
Is flummoxed by the beat
The steady, measured beat
Of a soul crouched for the thaw -
A soul with wherewithal.
 
The snow intones a chant, a curse
And drifts down in layers deep,
It wants to choke
It wants to damn
The soul to darkened sleep.
 
It comprehends too late,
As it trusts grief’s gravity,
That the little bear has prepared
For this very thing.
 
She’d swallowed embers in the summer,
And fireflies in fall,
To keep her soul e’er burning
Inside Depression's squall.
 
And when springtime rears its roses,
And the wind softens for the bees,
The soul, she wakes her willpow’r,
And rises with the green.

Perhaps an existential crisis
Shook the universe’s mind,
And sent out blasted aftershocks
To certain human vines--
Those coupled with the cosmic
Tropic, all matted
In the dense, humid questions
We utter in the quiet.
The eerie sun rolls out re-runs
And charges the same fee.
A seventh grader gets a 116
Percent on her paper, and cries
In the closet because
That’s what she wanted, and now
What?
It can be triggered by nothing,
A button tearing off a coat,
And pop! Freedom! Wandering,
Wondering. Where’s everyone going?
A planet-sized pied piper plays
But the song stops in my ear,
I pull out a hearing aid,
And forget what
The point is.
And it’s hard to force it back in,
It’s hard to settle the brain back in,
When I’ve heard the booming silence
Of the cloudless sky,
And asked what’s the meaning of walking,
Of pushing the muscles upwards
When every movement seems inane,
Insane, incredulous,
Laughable and ridiculous,
No—even laughing seems meaningless—!
For what are jokes, but pointing at mirrors?
But I digress.
Does this confession
Rattle anyone? Tear a button off a coat? 
Don’t leave me out in the eerie sun
I can’t be the only one
Drifting all afloat.

About the author:
Emmie Christie’s work includes practical subjects, like feminism and mental health, and speculative subjects, like unicorns and affordable healthcare. She has been published in various short story markets including Ghost Orchid Press, Infinite Worlds Magazine, and Flash Fiction Online. She graduated from the Odyssey Writing Workshop in 2013. You can find her at www.emmiechristie.com.

You are familiar with the tale.
A mermaid, sang with the most beautiful angelic sound.
Had to surrender voice to be human
and marry the prince.  He wanted another
princess, and poor mermaid dissolved
in the ocean.
 
Aphasia is:
A snake that coils and hisses.
Diabolical Ursula schemes to rule the ocean world.
An evil witch who casts a spell over speech.
A toothy fox ready to bite your head off.
A sudden end to your dreams,
only able to see a dark tunnel, the sun blocked.
 
Disney gave the story a happy ending, so Ariel
married the prince.   With courage and strength,
you overcome disability and are much better. 
You have learned much and are still alive.
A fairytale ending to a scary fable.

Forest shadows hide impairment.
Owls hoot, concealed in the dense canopy.
Tall, leafy trees flank the faint path.
Difficult to follow, wander aimlessly.
Lost, and the orange sun dips down;
walk in an endless maze.   
Leg weak, worry about falling. 
Disability is a war with no battles.
 
In a clearing, giant raccoons
with bushy whiskers, striped fur,
and ringed tails encircle us and watch
with reflective beady eyes.
Leader wears mask, makes handicap
fall behind, cannot run.  How to escape?
Will the fairy godmother help
or will the evil witch devour us?
 
Hear a car with music blaring
from the speakers.  Look towards
the sound and see a road. 
Hiking poles to get over the rocky trail,
right half of body weak.
Now, see the way to overcome
yet another challenge.