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It can start well, sometimes

walk easy, float even

A serene moment suited for still water

but the calm drains

leaving nothing to admire

I’m walking that sludgy river bed

moulding footprints caked in fear


Limbs smothered with thick leaded dirt

desperately trying to clean

Dragging steps, never progressing far

clinging to steadfast roots


I welcome simple furniture

delivering a place to steady or hold

but the earthquake rumbles on

I’m losing them beneath me

drowning in an ocean of air

hanging on to stop myself falling


Be seated. Take shelter

a stronghold for a while

before the deluge surfaces once more

Background: Just an ordinary day with MS

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