What a year it's been
This year called forty
It started with a wheeze
And then tried to kill me
I plastered on a smile
Determined to be positive
But behind the scenes
Sometimes it had to give
What a crazy year it was
With MS a relief
And then sight was stolen
By demyelination thief
But I've made it through
Somehow I've survived
Hope 41 will be better
I'm setting out to thrive
Again from the start
I'll put my faith in prayer
God is always with me
I'm glad to have him near
emmuk74
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY emmuk74
GrievingI'm grieving. No ones died But I'm grieving I'm grieving my loss of sight And my loss of independence And my loss of control Its grief And I've been in shock Happily in shock for a month But things have changed Via a few hours in anger (About PiP) I'm now overwhelmingly sad I'm grieving with tears As people expect grief to look And it's horrid And it's real I'm grieving No ones died But I'm grieving I'm grieving my loss of sight  |
No letters at allNone to be seen no letters at all it was a shock for them most of all and then in the eye there clear as day optic nerve damage they don't know what to say |
Eye eye haikuEye see nothing new Minds eye sees more than ever I am more than eye |
On the sofaYesterday I was on the buses Now I'm all worn out I used too many spoons I think Going out and about Today I'm on the sofa resting Resting all day long Praying the pain, weakness and spasms Go back to where they're from |
Another year I survivedWhat a year it's been This year called forty It started with a wheeze And then tried to kill me I plastered on a smile Determined to be positive But behind the scenes Sometimes it had to give What a crazy year it was With MS a relief And then sight was stolen By demyelination thief But I've made it through Somehow I've survived Hope 41 will be better I'm setting out to thrive Again from the start I'll put my faith in prayer God is always with me I'm glad to have him near |
Mobility scooter breakdownThe fuse blew Lights went out Scooter broke down But I didn't shout A call to insurance They called a truck But when it turned up It was a comedy act A flat bed trailer Fit for a large car With my ickle scooter Looked quite bizarre But it did the job It got us home Fuse was replaced So again we could roam |
Getting right on my nerveThis MS pain Is getting right on my nerve Right on my nerve Right on my nerve This MS pain Is getting right on my nerve It takes my spoons away Today I've had to Rest rest rest Rest rest rest Rest rest rest Today I've had to Rest rest rest I'm really bored with it Nothing about MS Is even slightly funny Even slightly funny Even slightly funny Nothing about MS Is even slightly funny But I'll keep smiling anyhow This cuddly nerve Needs to stop smiling Stop smiling Stop smiling This cuddly nerve Needs to stop smiling Or I'll start to demyelinate it That's the humour I tend towards now Tend towards now Tend towards now That's the humour I tend towards now As I tend towards a wall |
The MS black holeThe MS black hole It's multi faceted It feels like a spiral Have I collided? First there's the pain Coming from every angle Then there's fatigue Making me fragile The vision loss Is a literal hole I now have the eyes Of an elderly mole The endless appointments Are a spinning mess Yet we're not moving forward Is it some kind of test? And as for options I've not seen any All because it's A postcode lottery The sensations are confusing Coming thick and fast Or replaced with numbness That's the scariest part My life is going And I don't feel in control But I'm learning through it To hold onto the pole I'll go where it goes This MS black hole There's light at the end I know that in my soul |
Rest and recuperationIt's not in my nature To rest It's boring and causes me Unrest But this Christmas season I've discovered the reason Gaining energy and feel much less stressed Like flowers I needed To wait For the moment of bloom To be great Rest and recuperation Is essential medication I must trust that I will not be late |
Blind for the foreseeableI've lost almost all my sight. I can't see to read books. I can't see to read signs. I can't even see signs are there. I can't see many colours. I can't see peripherally. I can just see a small disc of blur centrally. And until God decides to grant me a miracle I'm going to be living like this for the foreseeable. |