I wish that I had the power
to control time,
however I don’t think I could handle
Waiting is difficult,
every day feeling incredibly long
and impossibly short.
Time has lost all meaning,
it is no longer relative
especially during these times.
The last time that I waited
for news that felt as if
it would never come
was when I was diagnosed
with multiple sclerosis
and here I am again,
waiting for news about what may
or may not be waiting inside of me
if new stars have taken shape
inside of my head.
If I close my eyes,
I can see the galaxy that is within me
the numerous starsand planets that fill my brain.
I’d like to think that they are where
some of my light comes from,
shining so brightly that my skin
can’t contain all of it.
I feel like my body has begun
to fail me and I am filled with pain.
I know this is because of the comets
and the suns that fill my body,
the solar systems and supernovas,
that makes themselves known.
My body contains galaxies unknown to me.
I can’t help but feel a little fear within me,
unsure of my body as I am now and yet
thoughts of what I have done appear before me,
their visions riding across the moon and lit
by the stars. I can see the mountains
that I have climbed, the forests I’ve survived,
the galaxies that I have overcome before.
Whatever the news brings,
I will be ready and I will do the only thing I can do.
I will sparkle on.