I look in the mirror
and what I see
is a beat-up version
of the person that’s me

One morning
I woke up
and I couldn’t walk.
My legs were numb
I could barely feel them.
I thought they were asleep.

I was wrong.

The fear
The terror
The thoughts

What was happening to me?

It took hours
until I felt normal again.

I thought it was a one-time thing….
but then it kept happening
and I needed to know.

Then I did research
and the tears came
because I knew
deep down inside
what the answer would be.

I put my life
in the hands of my doctors
I trust them with my life
and that scares me
because I do not truly
know them.

But this doctor
this new Neurologist
I have a good feeling about him.

May it be true.

Note:

This is my poem about my MS-like symptoms. I do not know if I have MS and I haven’t been diagnosed by a doctor (yet). I just wrote this poem to get my mind off things.

Enjoy ^^