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

Sunday, December 20, 2009

A Full Glass

Hope is contagious.
I am not in denial
when I affirm this.

I do believe that
a glass half full sates my thirst.
So why not drink up?

If in the process,
others believe this also,
my glass might seem full.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Nelson Mandela

Nelson Mandela
is an inspiring figure.
Against odds, he won.

Dignity and grace
he maintained intact despite
crushing stress and strife.

Here’s what we can learn
from this absolute hero:
Odds don’t tell it all.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Nerve Transmission Speed

Myelin cover
affects nerve transmission speed.
It’s why we suffer.

One hundred eighty,
myelinated nerves reach;
mph, that is.

Half mph for
demyelinated nerves.
Quite a contrast.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I Am Mostly Brave

If I get weepy,
It’s usually because
I miss who I was.

I know I’m still me,
But my new garment sometimes
Does not fit too well.

I am mostly brave.
I smile through a lot that pains.
Aren’t I just like you?

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Brain Plasticity

Brain plasticity
Promise was not accepted.
It is standard now.

A new paradigm.
MS sentence commuted.
Grants new potential.

What to do with it?
Possibilities abound.
Let me grab them now.

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.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

What I Aim to Keep in Mind

"The world breaks everyone, and afterward many are strong at the broken places."

Ernest Hemingway

Saturday, August 29, 2009

In Memory of Senator Ted Kennedy, Champion of Health Reform

Character of the Happy Warrior
by William Wordsworth

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
—It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright;
Who, with a natural instinct to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
But makes his moral being his prime care;
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain;
In face of these doth exercise a power
Which is our human nature's highest dower:
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives:
By objects, which might force the soul to abate
Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;
Is placable—because occasions rise
So often that demand such sacrifice;
More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,
As tempted more; more able to endure,
As more exposed to suffering and distress;
Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
—'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
Upon that law as on the best of friends;
Whence, in a state where men are tempted still
To evil for a guard against worse ill,
And what in quality or act is best
Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
He labours good on good to fix, and owes
To virtue every triumph that he knows:
—Who, if he rise to station of command,
Rises by open means; and there will stand
On honourable terms, or else retire,
And in himself possess his own desire;
Who comprehends his trust, and to the same
Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;
And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait
For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state;
Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,
Like showers of manna, if they come at all:
Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
A constant influence, a peculiar grace;
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for human kind,
Is happy as a Lover; and attired
With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;
Or if an unexpected call succeed,
Come when it will, is equal to the need:
—He who, though thus endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence,
Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be,
Are at his heart; and such fidelity
It is his darling passion to approve;
More brave for this, that he hath much to love:—
'Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye,
Or left unthought-of in obscurity,—
Who, with a toward or untoward lot,
Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not—
Plays, in the many games of life, that one
Where what he most doth value must be won:
Whom neither shape or danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray;
Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
Looks forward, persevering to the last,
From well to better, daily self-surpast:
Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,
And leave a dead unprofitable name—
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause:
This is the happy Warrior; this is he
That every man in arms should wish to be.