Where

I have MS and wrote where, I have written a few poems about my MS, Painting's also! .

Where did I draw it from,
Was it always there hidden so deep.
Will it ever be gone,
When did we know

If I brought it in.
I can take it out?
Instead of the traffic
It’s time for peace.


Nonsense is what I call it.
Never knowing when it may strike.
Not being in control
Now it will take over

A life time, will it really be that long
After all the prods and pins
Altering sensations
Answers to the questions not always there.


The one thing
That we have in common
There are times when you think it’s gone.
Trouble is its still here.