May It Be True
I look in the mirror
and what I see
is a beat-up version
of the person that’s me
One morning
I woke up
and I couldn’t walk.
My legs were numb
I could barely feel them.
I thought they were asleep.
I was wrong.
The fear
The terror
The thoughts
What was happening to me?
It took hours
until I felt normal again.
I thought it was a one-time thing….
but then it kept happening
and I needed to know.
Then I did research
and the tears came
because I knew
deep down inside
what the answer would be.
I put my life
in the hands of my doctors
I trust them with my life
and that scares me
because I do not truly
know them.
But this doctor
this new Neurologist
I have a good feeling about him.
May it be true.
Note:
This is my poem about my MS-like symptoms. I do not know if I have MS and I haven’t been diagnosed by a doctor (yet). I just wrote this poem to get my mind off things.
Enjoy ^^
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AmaraTheWarrior
Hello, my name is Anne-Marie. Welcome to my profile. I like to think of myself as a writer and advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses. Part of me struggles with my faith on a daily basis because of my sexual orientation. So a lot of my poetry is about coping with that and my health on a day-to-day basis. I don't define myself with my sexual orientation or my health struggles but they are a part of me; there's no denying that. I love to write dark science fiction about dystopic futuristic landscapes. I like to write strong female leads with a lot of emotion and feeling to them. I truly live, breathe, and enjoy writing. Thank you for reading this
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