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
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received The Singing in the Rain Award. You can find it in the about above.
Aug 28, 2010 @ 23:49:00
Ziibi…you have always been such an inspiration to me…I want to introduce you to my very good friend…maybe you have seen her around here?…you both are shining lights in my life….here is a link to her page…much love my dear friend and have a great weekend xxx
http://musingbymoonlight.com/2010/08/28/red-beans-and-ricely/
Aug 29, 2010 @ 01:55:39
Amanda~ You are so sweet, darling. I will look her up. 🙂
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Aug 29, 2010 @ 03:11:01
Ziibi, this is the beautifully wrought poem of a person who is also beautiful and strong … Thank you. Blessings …
Jamie (referred by Amanda)
Aug 29, 2010 @ 07:05:00
Ziibi, I hope you will accept the award for you posted here:
http://wp.me/pne74-423
Happy Sunday …
Aug 29, 2010 @ 07:38:50
Thank You Jamie for your comment and the award 🙂
Aug 29, 2010 @ 13:13:14
Such strength in this poem. I applaud your resolve and admire it immensely!