Tag: Multiple Sclerosis
Posted on October 20, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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Parts of me are becoming unraveled. There is a wind around me and I can hear the storm. It whispers to me, tells me that I am worthless, that my fight is for nothing. I grit my teeth, pushing forward, even though my legs… Continue Reading “Blood Storm – A Poem”
Category: A Life Forgotten, PoemsTags: Cerebral Palsy, depression, magic, Multiple Sclerosis, pain, Perseverance, perspective, Storm, take, writing
Posted on December 19, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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She was careful after twilight. That’s when they began to emerge. You would hear them at night the moment the light of day began to fade. Vashti Blue knew that she had to keep moving, that she had the best chance of staying alive… Continue Reading “All Ye Faithful – A Short Story”
Category: Holiday Novella, Short Stories, ZombiesTags: Christmas, Deaf, Disabled, faith, Gay, Holiday, Multiple Sclerosis, Representation, Twinks, Zombie, Zombie Uprising, Zwinks
Posted on November 22, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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When she asked me how I was feeling, there was concern in her voice. I began to tell her, listing the places my body has taken me, the hills and valleys that I have had to climb, mountains that I have had to scale… Continue Reading “The Weather – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: ableism, brain fog, Chemo, chemotherapy, Chronic Illness, fatigue, fuzzy head, misconception, Multiple Sclerosis, Relapse and Remitting, The Weather, understanding
Posted on October 5, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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If I close my eyes, I can see a forest made of glass. When I walk by the fragile trees, the glass acts like a mirror showing me pieces of myself preserved in time and kept like a library of memories and moments. I… Continue Reading “The Man with the Flappy Hand – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: Cane, Disability, dreams, Hope, Invisible Disabilities, letting go, Mind, Multiple Sclerosis, Perception, poem, Poetry, self image, writing
Posted on August 2, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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I am constantlyon a journey to find myself,carrying two others withinwho have me in their grip.I have had to relearn simple tasks like:doing the dishes, making coffee, typing, walking, speaking, trying to stand up in a shower so that I can bathe myself, being… Continue Reading “What the Shadows Hold – A Poem”