“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Keeping It Real

Keeping it real means
I recognize my losses
And concede my pain.

Keeping it real means
I acknowledge my limits
While I set new goals.

Keeping it real means
I face what’s ahead of me
Clearly, but with hope.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

We All Fight Battles

No one wants to hear
What is wrong with me today.
We all fight battles.

Mine might seem special.
They are only so to me.
Forgive my weakness.

It’s just that some times,
MS fear seems to trump joy.
My resolve falters.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Learning Bravery

If MS brings tears,
it’s okay, not cowardly.
I tell myself this.

Learning bravery.
MS grants many moments
to find it within.

I see the moments
but I am not always brave.
I let myself cry.