Ambush

Chronic illness is a silent thief, stealing your dreams, your energy, and your future.

My heart is racing 

It beats to some odd rhythm

My bones are weary

And my mind is tired

This illness has hijacked my body

I’m me in a stranger’s housing 

Every day is a surprise

Yet I look normal to the eye

Every night I try to give thanks

Yet I’m distracted by what tomorrow will bring

For this thing is taking me apart 

Piece by piece before my very eyes 

I’m busy getting my thoughts out 

Busy in the studio cranking out work 

As my tomorrows are unknown 

Yet I’m fully aware that 

The day will come 

When my sight will be gone

And my hand will be of no use

Mostly like I will fade into 

Nothing   

~ pen & ink on paper MCS

 

 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very distressing to hear you're having to deal with this issue. Please keep writing as long as you can. We who have enjoyed your elegant pieces will not let you fade into nothing.

[MCS]

John, thank you for that kind comment. It's so appreciated. This is how life goes. One day you're bumping along the next it tosses you a brick.