Number-one bestselling author
as the sea threatens
to take me away again,
my first thought is
“i didn’t ask for this.”
as the waters grow deeper,
i have to remember
that none of this is my fault,
that the disease
which ravages my
internal world is not
something i asked for,
nor is it something that
i can control.
much like the waters
which threaten to overtake me,
there is no way
i will know the path
that my disease,
the shadowy spectre
of multiple sclerosis,
takes me on.
all i can do
is take each step
one at a time
so that I can scale
each mountain that
blocks my path
and keep my head
above the waters
that threaten to
swallow me completely.
as I walk along
each mountain, each cliff edge,
i let go of the sea
within myself
so that it cascades
down the rockface
like a waterfall,
stretching its fingers
behind me, even as I
walk forwards
towards what
is possible.