~Three Strikes I Still Stand~

The first time I was twenty-one
The second twenty-six
First I had a rare disease
Then it was in my head

By the third at thirty-one
I knew why I couldn’t walk
It made it a little easier
Still hard to face the truth
I have MS

The first paralysis
I fashioned my own therapy
The second I perfected it
By the third, I was a pro
At walking again

Even so, damage occurred
A numb hand, a limping leg
Plenty of nerve confusion
Very hard to heal
Nevertheless, still a goal

They say three strikes
Then you are out
I have had all three
I still Stand

~

received The Singing in the Rain Award. You can find it in the about above.

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