(For Kim, who called MS "A thief in the night" and inspired this poem)
I’m living in an endless fight
I’m living in an endless fight
to forfend a thief in the night
who saps my strength and tests my faith
a silent, invisible wraith
and all of science cannot stop
the thief from making my foot drop
or stealing feeling from my hands
squeezing with invisible bands
My legs are weak and feel like stone
My equilibrium is gone
No beloved coffee can I sup
without needing a sippy cup
because I tremble like a leaf
Yes, in my night, there comes a thief
who steals my each ability
leaving only the pith of me
and thinks he can destroy my will
But to take that, he’ll have to kill.
Barbara Robinson
10/26/09
Video 1/14/2012
10/26/09
Video 1/14/2012
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