Poetry Corner

Wow, can you believe it's been six months exactly since I was diagnosed with this %&*#@ disease called MS?!  It's certainly been a roller coaster ride of every conceivable emotion.  But, when I look back to six months ago, I can hardly believe how far I've come and how well I'm doing now.

I have always written poetry when the going gets tough; sometimes I wake up in the night with words in my head and I have to write them out or I can't fall asleep again.  I always have a journal in my bedside table...

I thought I'd share with you something I wrote while in the middle of that last relapse while dealing with my brand new diagnosis.  I'm sure you've all been there and can relate, whether you have MS or not.  We all struggle and stumble sometimes and maybe this can help someone out there wading through the muck right now.  It will get better, I promise.

There's a kitty in the window and a spirit by the bed
Passing through her messages Re: the living and the dead

Drugs in to still the heartache, drugs in to numb the pain
Drugs in to slow the monster punching holes into my brain

I wish I may, I wish I might just make it through another night
Without the dreaded crushing strain that I will never walk again

The Earth it keeps on spinning, the planets are aligned
I hope that I'll be happy soon one day before I die

It's coming like a freight train, It's going to mow me down
I've known it for the longest time
My birds have almost flown

My birds and yours can sit atop the highest wire fence
I've missed you so these many months
We'll be hours to just catch up

To wrap my arms around you and to gaze upon your face
The last time that I saw it was the last time I felt safe

So, there we go, deep thoughts by Jack Handy Alison.  What do you do to comfort yourself when you feel hopeless?  And don't say "red wine" Mom; that's universal!  ha ha