Multiple Sclerosis
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I kept checking my phone and emailwaiting for someone to call,to contact me.
No one ever did.
Not anymore.Not after the missiles were firedNot after we lost everything.
I’ve been gone too longVoids stare back at meEnough is enough; set me free
Being in this body is tiringEnough is enoughEvery day feels the sameNever changing, always something holding me back.
Making the timeUnderstanding the painLearning a little each dayTime is everythingIn case we lose it allPlaying with timeLying to yourselfEndearing oneself to death.
Dear Multiple Sclerosis,
Why?
Why do you leave me feeling so bad?
Why do you insist on taking all my energy?
Why must I plan my day around you?
Why must you hide in my head?
When They met,
They got along.
This is when He was strong.
They fell in love,
didn't take long.
This is when He was strong.
Things weren't easy,
they never are,
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!
STUMBLE
by Breea Renee
Where is my leg?
My arm feels lost in space.
My eyes are black with confusion.
My throat closes.
