My National Poetry Month
entry today is by Mary P. Pettigrew, a woman who lives with Multiple Sclerosis,
who could have been any of the participants I’ve seen in the WalkMS events I’vebeen to.
In another poem, about
Annette Funicello, Pettigrew refers to sufferers as members of the MSketeer
Club. This one is about the internal workings of the disease.
“Scars”
This brain, my brain
Reveals an unwanted, uninvited stain
Stealthy invaders placed an ugly
mark
Though visually unseen, it's
there...a permanent scar.
A tattoo, if you will
An indelible marking, perplexing
until
Courageous, yet daunting
intervention begins
Presenting theoretical ideas,
invasive needles and pins.
The monster's mastery takes hold,
you see...
Internally stalking, exploring ways
to manipulate me
Wicked, determined to strike and
knock me down
A bully in hiding, deploying
trickery like a devious clown.
This brain, my brain
With this extraordinary, devastating
stain
Brings clarity, unexpected strength,
possibility
Now, determined, striving to
re-define my disability.
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