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

Monday, May 20, 2019

The MS Journey

Slow-burn lava streams
simmer and flow underground,
wanting to erupt.

Flares surface when freed,
minor to significant,
still devastating.

Scarring recovery
works slowly or not at all,
with no guarantees.

Lives build atop threats,
smoldering, latent, hidden,

Lurking opponents
testing one’s resilience
exhaust energy.

Even when accessed,
resistance and defiance
may fail in the end.

Hope ever lingers,
detecting new crevices
in which to survive.