by Breea Renee


Where is my leg?

My arm feels lost in space.

My eyes are black with confusion.

My throat closes.

I lean back and fade away.

She fades away.

Where am I?

Who am I?

She is gone.

I am left with what used to be.


What happens now?

I cry. I break. I open up to possibility. 

I'm walking again, sort of. 

Life is so different now. 

I'm not who I used to be.

Friends disappear as I stumble. 

The ground beneath me is determination.

I graduate and fly away.

College bound and scared as hell.

Because I stumble now. 

What did you say?

Lights, sounds, people. 

My brain feels broken. 

It is broken.

It's all too much sometimes.

Breathe in.  Breathe out.

Resiliency is air.

I stumble but I won't fall.

I hold on for dear life to hope.

Even though my left arm is weak.

Still, I hold on.

But I won't fall.

I have Multiple Sclerosis.

I stumble. 

But I won't fall.




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