Sanity Stains

Sanity Stains

One minute at a time

That’s what I have been told

To take every day at

To cherish every second

As it comes and goes

Slipping through my fingers

As if I could ever

Actually hope to grasp it with

…This flesh

…This mind

…This heart

It passes me by

Leaving me behind

Taking me with it

Sweeping me along

Weather I want to or not

Leaving dribbles of my sanity

To stain the carpet

In my wake

10-9-11

Form: free

I am sure it comes as a surprise that I am not a very patient individual. I don't enjoy waiting for things. It actively stresses me out. So, all the waiting I have had to do since I got sick back in July has really been grating on me. However, it's not as if I have much of a choice. I get to re-learn how to process everything, and it has been showing in my writing (and not just in the poetry that I have been sharing with everyone.).

The strain of this change of events has been actively changing me. Overall, I think a lot of the changes are for the good. 

As odd as it sounds, it might just be that MS could be one of the better things to have happened to me, as far as positive changes to my personality goes. Now, if it could go away, and those positive changes stay, the world would be great. Unfortunately, I don't think that the world works that way yet. 

In the meantime, I am a kinder, gentler, yet more potentially vicious Becca. Maybe I will explain that later.