MS and Poetry: "Scars" & "Chairs"

Happy weekend to all ~
Forgive me...it's been awhile since I posted anything here & I intend to play a lot of blogging "catch up" this weekend.  For now, I thought I'd share 2 of my poems relating to MS.

SCARS 

This brain, my brain

Reveals an unwanted, uninvited stain

Stealthy invaders placed an ugly mark

Though visually unseen, it's there...a permanent scar.

A tattoo, if you will

An indelible marking, perplexing until

Courageous, yet daunting intervention begins

Presenting theoretical ideas, invasive needles and pins.

                       

The monster's mastery takes hold, you see...

Internally stalking, exploring ways to manipulate me

Wicked, determined to strike and knock me down

A bully in hiding, deploying trickery like a devious clown.

This brain, my brain

With this extraordinary, devastating stain

Brings clarity, unexpected strength, possibility

Now, determined, striving to re-define my disability.

                                   

                                                                                   

                       

 CHAIRS 

Here I sit

in a chair made of wood -

wooden legs, I can sit upon

and rise up from whenever I want to.

Surrounded by others

who also sit

in chairs like mine, made of wood -

with wooden legs.

The others sit in chairs with steel wheels

instead of wooden legs.

With motorized knobs directing where they go.

The one's who sit in wheels

have legs, and feet of their own - like mine.

Their legs used to be like mine -

functional...sometime ago.

Now, their legs are problematic - useless.

Legs which feel like wood,

wet noodles, fire, painful needles, atrophied and stiff...

yet, here they sit - with me

in chairs of different means, but of similar purpose.

Together, we gather in our chairs and we sit,

talk, smile, nod and understand

for the same reason, sharing this disease

together, members of this exclusive club

no one has applied for.

                        

MS and Poetry: "Scars" & "Chairs"

Happy weekend to all ~
Forgive me...it's been awhile since I posted anything here & I intend to play a lot of blogging "catch up" this weekend.  For now, I thought I'd share 2 of my poems relating to MS.

SCARS 

This brain, my brain

Reveals an unwanted, uninvited stain

Stealthy invaders placed an ugly mark

Though visually unseen, it's there...a permanent scar.

A tattoo, if you will

An indelible marking, perplexing until

Courageous, yet daunting intervention begins

Presenting theoretical ideas, invasive needles and pins.

                       

The monster's mastery takes hold, you see...

Internally stalking, exploring ways to manipulate me

Wicked, determined to strike and knock me down

A bully in hiding, deploying trickery like a devious clown.

This brain, my brain

With this extraordinary, devastating stain

Brings clarity, unexpected strength, possibility

Now, determined, striving to re-define my disability.

                                   

                                                                                   

                       

 CHAIRS 

Here I sit

in a chair made of wood -

wooden legs, I can sit upon

and rise up from whenever I want to.

Surrounded by others

who also sit

in chairs like mine, made of wood -

with wooden legs.

The others sit in chairs with steel wheels

instead of wooden legs.

With motorized knobs directing where they go.

The one's who sit in wheels

have legs, and feet of their own - like mine.

Their legs used to be like mine -

functional...sometime ago.

Now, their legs are problematic - useless.

Legs which feel like wood,

wet noodles, fire, painful needles, atrophied and stiff...

yet, here they sit - with me

in chairs of different means, but of similar purpose.

Together, we gather in our chairs and we sit,

talk, smile, nod and understand

for the same reason, sharing this disease

together, members of this exclusive club

no one has applied for.