Not Going ANYWHERE

ACROSTICS are done!

     This is the last Acrostic pseudo-poem, thank God. I'm not going to try this one in a long time.

Part of my life,

Each day filled with strife,

Relapses and more,

Medicines galore,

And now a wheelchair,

Needed everywhere,

Enables me to

Nimbly move through

This life with MS.

-Josh Evitt, 2019-

An Immoveable Object

An Irresistible Force

Debilitating relapses

Ignite my desire to

Stay hidden from a world which

Always reminds me of what I’ve lost.

But I refuse to keep myself cloistered,

Languidly wasting away in my wheelchair.

Each day greets me with greater challenges, yet

Despite my failures, I will keep living!

A Helping Hand

Admit It

Help is now needed for so many simple tasks,

And admitting weakness is never easy.

Nevertheless, my pride has been broken.

Deciding to accept this label, I did not fully understand

Its ‘other’ names and how with one tag on my mirror,

Crippled, weak, suffering, pitiful, among others, would cling.

As each day progresses, I am faced with

Problems that snowball into more disastrous

Problems, attempting to keep me in the house.

Each day brings a new set of challenges

Daring me not to live my life.

-Josh Evitt, 2019-

Clean Month! Move Down!

September's Here

With the arrival of a new moth also comes a new genre of poem. Each poem this month will have a very specific similarity. Can you find it?

Delving into a few bizarre events,
I sought out a doctor who could make sense
And give a name to this problem I fought,
Giving me hope that a cure could be sought.
Neurologists thought a nerve had been pinched,
Off to a surgeon, who at numbness flinched,
Suspecting a thing far more hideous.
Its name is now truly insidious.
Such is life with, "Multiple Sclerosis."

-Josh Evitt, 2019-