How I've Evolved

Evolution or Adaptation

Thanks to this MesS, I’ve learned new ways for doing old things.
From bathing to walking, from driving to writing, so much has changed.
Sometimes I feel as free as a bird-with clipped wings.

Because of the adaptations I’ve made, a voice in my head sings:
“Trying to adapt rather than just sitting seems quite deranged.”
Thanks to this MesS, I’ve learned new ways for doing old things.

One adaptation that multiple sclerosis brings:
Whether short or long, the details of all trips must be pre-arranged
Sometimes I feel as free as a bird-with clipped wings.

At times the reality of this MesS is so clear that it stings
To look back at that I have lost. How much I’ve exchanged.
Thanks to this MesS, I’ve learned new ways for doing old things.

Yet there are also times when, in my favor, the pendulum swings,
And I realize that rather than gone, some skills are just interchanged.
Making me feel as free as a bird-with clipped wings.

From all of these adaptations, one important thought springs:
My resolve will need to remain unchanged.
Despite this MesS, I’ve learned new ways for doing old things.
Someday I hope to feel as free as a bird-without clipped wings.