All the beautiful places, All the beautiful things, All just one simple step Right out your front door.
Category: MS
This Is Everything – August 25, 2019
Control, Of What?
Blurred – August 9, 2019
My eyes too unsteady, As it hits. Focus, blurr I try again Closed then opened Rubbed raw Blinking World is shaky Untamed Unknown Spaced out Trying to snap out Ending at a compromise Tilt slightly to the left And I am somewhat free
Expectations – August 13, 2019
Drop the expectations, Let them fall to the floor. Without them you are free To feel life most genuinely.
Fortune – July 16, 2019
Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.
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 