Shadows of Resilience

In the quiet of the morning, when light begins to breach,
There lies a silent warrior, with strength you cannot teach.
Multiple Sclerosis, a name whispered with fear,
Yet within its shadow, courage blooms, oh so clear.

Each day is a canvas, painted with strokes of pain,
But also with moments of joy, a reminder that we gain.
The body, once a temple, now a puzzle to solve,
With every piece that shifts, we learn to resolve.

The nerves, like pathways, sometimes lost, sometimes found,
Guide us through a maze, where silence is profound.
Each step might falter, each hand might shake,
But the spirit within, oh how it does not break.

Through blurred visions and tremors, through numbness and ache,
We find new ways to dance, new paths to take.
With every MS flare, a lesson is taught,
Life’s beauty is not in the battles that we’ve fought,

But in the moments of stillness, in love and in laughter,
In the bonds we create going through life’s disaster.
We adapt, we adjust, we learn to embrace,
The life that MS gives with a unique kind of grace.

So here’s to the warriors, with scars deep and wide,
To those who see MS not just as a tide,
But as part of the journey, a chapter to pen,
With resilience and hope, again and again.

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I also want to share this post of my favorite poem for this Christmas season.
I hope you enjoy it.

A Multiple Sclerosis Night Before Christmas

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my body,
Not a nerve was behaving, making me move rather shoddy.
My daily activities were chosen with care,
In hopes that each one could be done from a chair.

Each word that I spoke seemed to come out all wrong,
So much to be finished, I had to stay strong.
And John in the kitchen, and Missy making frappe,
Everyone busy working, no time for a nap.

When somewhere outside there arose such a clatter,
I peeked through the window, to see what was the matter.
I tried to move fast, to get to the door,
But I didn’t quite make it, and wound up on the floor.

As I lay on the rug, making sure nothing broke
Through tears I could see it, even gave it a poke.
Yes, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the cane that I had lost, earlier this year.

Then the front door cracked open, and before me he stood,
I immediately knew help had arrived which was good.
And more rapid than eagles, his phrases they came,
As he whistled and shouted, and called them by name.

“Now hang on, now slow down, now take more life pauses,
With stressful, and chaos, and tearful day causes.
To the end of the checklist, to the end of the hall,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

And then I could see, as I wiped away tears,
Why, his words and his wisdom had settled my fears.
As I sat on the floor, too weak to even move
He knelt down beside me, and said I have nothing to prove.

He looked a bit weary, as a glance we exchanged,
And he said that my focus is what needs to be changed.
What’s important is family and those who are nearby.
(On that last one he spoke with a twinkly eye.)

Your weakness…it’s real. Your limits…real too.
MS has this way of making even brilliant days blue.
He smiled as he spoke, and I knew he was right.
No more pity party moments or MS fist fights.

He spoke not a word more as he helped me to stand.
I found myself smiling as I reached for his hand.
I sat on the couch as he gave me a nod,
He helped me to see that my thinking was flawed.

Then he sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, “You’re doing great, don’t forget,
To pause more and smile, you have nothing to fret.”