Not So Happy Anniversary

The other day I had an anniversary. Before you get all congratulatory, DON'T, it was the anniversary of my diagnosis. One thing is certain, there is not an MS patient that I know of that does not remember their diagnosis date. It is the day every thing changed. So in honor of all that I lost, I wrote this poem. I have a determined spirit, but even super heroes can get tired of the fight. 

No quotes tonight. Just my poetry. 

As always, comments are welcomed, and appreciated.

RUNNING

I can still remember the way the wind felt

when it blew against my face as I ran

Ran as fast as I could

Ran for sport

Ran for the sheer pleasure

I would run up stairs

I would run down stairs

I ran from here 

to over there

then back again

I can remember being tired from a run

I can remember being invigorated from a run

I remember when I could feel my muscles flex

Each neuron firing telling my legs how to move

Just so I could run

Run

Run

Run

Running as a child for play

Running as a teen to show off

Running as a mom to keep up with a little one

I would run in the morning

An early morning run

When the grass had some dew 

and the sun was just cresting in the sky

Announcing that day had begun

I loved those runs

Just me, my thoughts and the scenery

Running cleared my mind

I would run in the evening

A long relaxing run

When the sun was setting 

and just kissing the sky goodnight 

Telling me day was done

My troubles were left on the pavement 

With each pounding step

As my calf muscles would push off the ground

My quads giving me incredible arc 

So I could leap as I ran

I didn't just run

I flew

Then it STOPPED

That was MS

I still run

I run through fields and meadows

I run in the streets

I run on the track

I even ran across the globe

Difference is I run only in my dreams

Where my memories of cool breezes

Gently blowing on my face still live

Where I still find peace 

Until I awake