A Bad Dream

by Connie Misner
(Seattle, WA)

Having MS is like a bad dream
I’m losing the flight with MS
My life has changed
I’ve had to rearrange
Both the good and the bad
From nursing home to nursing home
I have been shuffled around
I have been lost, I have been found
Hospitals have been my home
I have been tested again and again
And I just can’t win
Needles, will you ever stop poking me? Prodding me? Drawing my blood?
In a chair, I forever sit.
I can’t get out of bed, wash my head, change my clothes.
My medication has stopped
Because I got sick
All I can do is forever sit
And pray for the day that holds my happy ending
I know I’ll walk in heaven
MS will not have hold of me anymore
Friends and family will see me again –
Me, and not me with MS.