Follow up on "dreading neuro appointments" - a poem

After my post on Tuesday about dreading my neuro appointment, I had a moment of creativity and wrote a poem about the invisibility of MS. You might have seen it on Twitter perhaps, my handle is @186282c

​Haven’t written a poem for over 30 years, and it’s pretty poor. But hey ho!

Hiding

As my ears are buzzing

And my face is zapping

And my left eye drains of colour

As my neck, bent, sends me tingling

As my chest is hugged by gripping

And my arms lose strength and power

As my guts stop moving

As my joints are stiff and aching

And my legs feel like they’re on fire

As the cold sends my body freezing

As the heat slows me to crawling

And fatigue makes treacle of the air

As my body always feels wanting

As my brain slows down my thinking

And my brain forgets to remember

As you see me standing

My MS is hiding

But for me it’s always there

Sarah xx

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“And fatigue makes treacle of the air” Thanks, I will use this to help explain the difference between tired and fatigued.

I am impressed with your talent.

mick

as i walk through syrup … it’s like that a lot of the time.

it almost makes a poet out of the most unpoetic of things

carole x