Poetry can be boring, intimidating, enjoyable, silly, inspiring, or even maddening. To this former English teacher, poetry is my favorite form of catharsis when dealing with multiple sclerosis. At the time of my diagnosis, I took to poetry to help me vent my frustrations with what would become this MesS. Even now, when I start to feel my symptoms raise their ugly heads, I will take the moment to write about it in verse.
What follows are some of my past creations, a brief description, and then a new addition. At times I might share a poem, or some lines, by another author, but unless otherwise expressed, these poems are my own, original creations.
What follows are some of my past creations, a brief description, and then a new addition. At times I might share a poem, or some lines, by another author, but unless otherwise expressed, these poems are my own, original creations.
Sonnet 1: The signs arrive
It all began with such a simple pain:
The hurt, the ache, and the gait would subside.
The idea of a pinched nerve turned the tide.
A surgeon proved that suspicion mundane.
The signs and feelings were now all made plain.
A constant doom will now, with me, reside,
With a lack of feelings did I collide,
Followed by thoughts that my life will wane.
The idea of a life fully shaded,
Stuck with needles and MRIs galore,
Hobbling and stumbling in a drunken daze.
There were times when I felt somewhat jaded.
A life of joy, I could expect no more.
I was doomed to walk through life in this haze.
-2007-
I wrote this sonnet as the first in a series that I've begun about this MesS. This was the introduction to how I felt at the time MS wad suspected, then later confirmed.
This sonnet came to me with the recent release of a new drug Ocrevus(Ocrelizumab). Until now there was no medicine that had been proven to help with primary progressive multiple sclerosis (PPMS). The release of this new medicine was a game changer on so many levels.
Sonnet 11 Ocrevus Arrives
I have tried so many medications.
Only working adequately, short term,
Falling short of meeting most expectations,
And leaving me in a state more infirm.
The fear of, "Progressive," is in my mind.
A wheelchair will approach me rapidly,
Only as a cripple I'll be defined.
I think how my life will pass vapidly.
Then, on the horizon, a new hope appears,
Carrying news of promise, good results
That begin to relieve some of my fears.
With a less grim future, my heart exults.
Reality returns me to the ground
Stating that a cure is yet to be found.
-04/25/2017-
This sonnet came to me with the recent release of a new drug Ocrevus(Ocrelizumab). Until now there was no medicine that had been proven to help with primary progressive multiple sclerosis (PPMS). The release of this new medicine was a game changer on so many levels.
Sonnet 11 Ocrevus Arrives
I have tried so many medications.
Only working adequately, short term,
Falling short of meeting most expectations,
And leaving me in a state more infirm.
The fear of, "Progressive," is in my mind.
A wheelchair will approach me rapidly,
Only as a cripple I'll be defined.
I think how my life will pass vapidly.
Then, on the horizon, a new hope appears,
Carrying news of promise, good results
That begin to relieve some of my fears.
With a less grim future, my heart exults.
Reality returns me to the ground
Stating that a cure is yet to be found.
-04/25/2017-
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