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.
windybound
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