Ode to New Year’s Eves

Others celebrate

the promise of a blank slate.

I watch from afar.

So am I jealous?

I most definitely am.

I want to party.

As I yearn to grasp

hope’s seductive promises,

loss appears instead.


Inspired by Wheelchair Kamikaze's
New Year's Eve Through MS Eyes

When It Comes Early

Whenever it comes,
MS is always costly.
In youth it's tragic.

Deprived of choices,
family and employment
take a heavy hit.

Youth should be allowed
full testing of potential,
not blocked by limits.

A Broken Support System

I cling for support
to a broken link about
to snap off cleanly.

Rusty and flimsy,
my link still enables me
to think I am fine.

I look around me.
Are there other links to grasp?
None seem stress worthy.

Unable to Choose

 

Do I tell myself

disaster fast approaches

I must hunker down?

Do I cling instead

to searching for solutions

that might buy me time?

Hoping for the best,

I stiffen my back and hope.

I hide and fight both.

The Truth of It

The future unknown,
though I strive to be upbeat
things can get scary.

I am now stable.
Given the alternative,
this is a good thing.

Yearning still remains
for a body that enjoys
full health and wellness.