Poerty. Blah.

Pulled by invisible stings

My muscles jerk wildly

Betraying a secret

I keep even from myself.

The stone ogre is solidifying

Moving oh so slowly

Muscles strain, tendons scream

I bite my tongue to hide my pain.

Bones made of lead,

Muscles like molasses in January

Pushing just to do the simplest things

I am alone in this hell.

They look like good strong hands don't they?

My wrist jerks, my thigh jumps

I hold in the scream burning in my throat

Weighed down by more

Than my own gargantuan size

Fighting the good fight

Try as I might, I'm still loosing.

But is it the war or the battle

That is beating me down?

In the pit of despair

It 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 darkness

Because this too shall pass.

In the light of love

Everything is possible

I believe in the dream

I believe in love.

And someday, some way,

This will get better.

No matter how many times

I fail along the way, I will win.

Never give up, never surrender

There must be a peace

Between my dreams

And this disease eating at me

A modicum of control is all I desire

The 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.