By Michelle Audrey Drolet
It’s an ice pick behind my eye
An aching, shrieking ear
It’s electric shocks all over my body
And it is bugs crawling under my skin
It’s an un-real heart attack called
“The MS Hug” that lands a truck on my chest
It’s a certain rage in a gentle soul
It’s a constant mourning
It’s isolation of a dangerous kind
It’s a serious depression
It’s a language teacher
Who forgets the language she taught
Words look awkwardly strange
It’s an axe slicing through my brain
It’s an agonizing pain
It is tiredness & tiredness & more of the same
It’s the biggest challenge to keep on
Trying to learn new things
Playing hours of brain games
Some days I talk to my brain
Please make my mind make my legs take me home again
But
My brain is full of missed connections
It is the Master, I am its puppet
For now…