Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.
Category: MS
Unscathed – June 20, 2019
To free my grasp, I’ve held on so tight. My jaw is clinched, Always tapping My own shoulder, A reminder to release. For a moment My grip loosens, And my teeth are unscathed.
MS—-ME – 2017
Brain is tight. Leg is dumb. Want to play, Want to run. Have to find a different way. Pushing through, As I hold it in. Deepening the burden, That’s burying me. A secret kept. My life cut short, But I’m still living.
DoRee MelNic 