I chose to extend
A hand of friendship
To connect with her
To find a home
Within my body
We’d been fighting
For much too long
And it was time to arrive
With only love
Instead of disorder,
I choose,
I ask
What will soften this chaos?
What do you need to find peace?
To find order?
Instead of disease,
I choose,
I ask
What do you need?
What can I give you?
So that you may be at ease
Instead of Multiple Sclerosis,
I choose,
I ask
What hurt you?
How can I heal you?
It’s okay,
Every past is filled
With multiple scars
About the Creator
Melissa Faith
Writing has gifted me so much. It has held me. Brought me solace through suffering. It has built me a bridge back to myself.
I hope within my pages, within my weaving of words, you may also find a gift.
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