Pulled by invisible stingsMy muscles jerk wildlyBetraying a secretI keep even from myself.The stone ogre is solidifyingMoving oh so slowlyMuscles strain, tendons screamI bite my tongue to hide my pain.Bones made of lead,Muscles like molasses in JanuaryPushing just to do the simplest thingsI am alone in this hell.They look like good strong hands don't they?My wrist jerks, my thigh jumpsI hold in the scream burning in my throatWeighed down by moreThan my own gargantuan sizeFighting the good fightTry as I might, I'm still loosing.But is it the war or the battleThat is beating me down?In the pit of despairIt all looks the same to me.Fight the good fight.It's more than just words.I'll never give up.I walk through hell for the ones I love.There is hope. I know it.I can't see it now, but it's there.I'll wait out the darknessBecause this too shall pass.In the light of loveEverything is possibleI believe in the dreamI believe in love.And someday, some way,This will get better.No matter how many timesI fail along the way, I will win.Never give up, never surrenderThere must be a peaceBetween my dreamsAnd this disease eating at meA modicum of control is all I desireThe disease is part of me. I admit it.Now, how do I get it to co-operate?So help me Fria, I will find a balance.
So uh, it was suggested in this course I took, that I try to express my pain in some way... This is one of my attempts. Take it for what you will.