Why did the chicken cross the road?

To get to the other side, of course!

 

What’s the best part about having MS?

Missing School!

 

What’s on your mind?

Lesions!

 

Laughing when Ed Sheeran sings

“When your legs don’t work like they used to before”

 

My life is a joke.

I am the punchline.

Our lives are candles in the darkness,

No quicker lit then blown out.

How de-lighting.

 

The world in which we are born,

Is apathetic to any cries.

To deafening screams.

Perhaps sign language would come in handy.

 

Cold, creeping claws of fear,

In a sharp turn, drag me to the brink of existing,

Where the dead run free.

Those with hands of decay,

And the illness that threatens me.

 

It’s hands closing around my neck.

Making it impossible to move,

Sending pins and needles through my body.

Watching my loved ones turn gray,

Losing myself to the sickness,

Burdening those around me.

 

Becoming alone in the void,

A mirror of my mother's experience.

 

With nothing but voices of these fears,

Making jokes.

Using my pain as a punchline.

Using my pain as a punchline.