exacerbation

this is a poem about myself and the last attack on my body from the M S

This exacerbation has been rough
Going numb in my face and arm has been tough
To handle i haven't had one in four years
That time was worse with a lot more fears
On that day i woke up and from my waist down
I felt like i had no skin, so i could only frown
It took about four months for me to be able to
Handle walking with clothes on, i honestly do
Not know how to desribe it except to say
It was like scraping a bbq brush on raw flesh everyday
I can handle it a little better these days
Thanks to prayer and medication anyways
This time though it didn't attack my spine so
That is a good thing but, it did attack my brain though
Along with my hand and arm too, i am glad to
Have the meds to slow it down too
As long as i have jesus and i am walking too
There is really no other worrying left to do