Posted on July 17, 2026
by Jamieson Wolf
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I am not a fucking unicorn. How I wish I were one; My horn would be an everlasting source of magic most pure. I would be able to cure myself, not that I would have gotten sick in the first place. It just simply… Continue Reading “I Am Not a Fucking Unicorn – A Poem”
Category: InfoTags: barrier, Cerebral Palsy, Cure, depression, Disability, Disability Awareness, Disability Pride, Disability Pride Month, disease, Jamieson Wolf, light, magic, Matter, Mind, Mind Over Matter, Multiple Sclerosis, positive, Positive Thinking, Protect, push, Push Through, Sparkles, Thinking, thought, Unicorn
Posted on August 22, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I was diagnosed with relapse and remitting multiple sclerosis twelve years ago today. I’ve been trying to think of what this means to me. Living with a chronic illness on top of a physical disability has not been an easy road, but it’s one… Continue Reading “The Wisdom of Trees – A Poem”
Category: MS, PoemsTags: Diagnosis, Disability, disease, Hope, journey, learn, let go, life, Mental Health, Multiple Sclrosis, Poetry, Reflect, Relapse and Remitting, Twelve Years, Welcome In, writing
Posted on October 8, 2023
by Jamieson Wolf
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Rain fills up my skin until I can’t breathe. There is an anchor sitting in my chest. I can feel its weight as it moves side to side, trying to find purchase in the waves but finding none. I look to find direction, but… Continue Reading “Brain Storm Solar Flare – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: direction, disease, flare, flare up, Multiple Sclerosis, solar, sunlight, water, Waves, weight, within
* To my Beautiful Husband. When I think back on nine years of living with the unseen foe that lives within, I find myself going back through the memories that I have inside of myself. I flick through them as if they are… Continue Reading “Mercurial Shadows – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, Info, PoemsTags: Diagnosis, Disability, disease, growth, Love, Mercurial, Miracles, Multiple Slcerosis, Nine Years, Shadows
Posted on December 12, 2021
by Jamieson Wolf
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i feel this endless need to say that I’m sorry. i know it’s not my fault, that the storm that rages within my skin is not of my doing, but i want to make everything better, want to somehow take away the pain that… Continue Reading “i know, but… – a poem”
Category: Covid PoemsTags: Disability, disease, inconvenience, internal thought, mountain, Multiple Sclerosis, sickness, sorry, Storm, survive, waterfall