musculardystrophy
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The gentleman asks me about the dreams
They’re not dreams, I tell him,
They’re nightmares,
Terrors
A spiraling black vortex
Howling
Racing toward me like the plague
It’s a curious machine
This human body
How does it move?
How does it balance?
With arms that lift
And legs that run
It’s a distorted view
She’s sitting on the sofa
And I’m in the power chair
For a quiet evening in,
That’s the usual affair
I love to just unwind with her
I really can’t complain
I just need time to think
Do I not love fun?
That seems to be the word
Fun
They’re all fun-loving
“I’m just your average fun-loving girl” she says
And her
Is MD just a disease?
Or a lifestyle?
Maybe
It changed how I’ve lived
But I didn’t choose it
Some say it’s a battle
They say I’m brave
But I don’t feel brave
I feel weak
