Huge stakes pierce my heels Burning red hot fire Millions of minuscule knives Flay the insides of my feet A giant vegetable peeler slices off The bottoms * I'm sorry to those I squashed Those I looked down upon From any temporary high ground I believed I held I am your voodoo doll And you… Continue reading Voodoo Doll: MS Awareness
Beginnings are endings. Endings are beginnings.
What happens when your life suddenly changes direction and the career you love is over twenty years before retirement?
First of all, I have to acknowledge the overwhelming positive support I got for my last post from my various ms ‘families’. For an introvert that overanalyses every social interaction (yeah, I think they call that social anxiety 🤔 ), it took me a long time to put myself out in cyber world and open myself… Continue reading FEAR
I don't consider myself a poet but some things, emotions particularly, seem more accessible when I let the words flow freely and simply. I wrote this poem about guilt last year. Guilt is an emotion I strenuously fought against but I encountered it full-force when I stopped working. Happily, a year later I'm more at… Continue reading Guilt
Walk a Myelin* My Shoes 