Universe with Darts in Hand
The Universe stands poised
Darts in hand waiting
Till its time to throw
Where they will land
Is a mystery
That is not for me to know
Until it is too late
To do anything
But react to the damage
What form will my next attack take?
This is the paranoia that drives me
To better what health I have left
So that I may weather the storm
Of the next M.S. attack
And be able to recover from
Whatever the Universe
Seeks to take from me next
10-6-11
Form: fearful musing
As I am sure that most of you can tell, I am kind of scared shitless. It's a sort of coping mechanism for me, though, and I am getting through this. Sure, I will be all depressed and stuff for a time, but I have to find my way through this hell in order to come out to the other side, right?
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