My Burden to Bear!
My Burden to Bear!
I was gifted a burden
It’s my burden to bear
My burden is childlike
It doesn’t play fair
It takes what it sees, without a thought or a care.
This is my burden,
My burden to bear.
My burden is an illness, a chronic one at that
It’s called Multiple Sclerosis
And it’s not something I can redact
After plenty of tests and donations of blood
I was bombarded with information
It came at me like a flood.
You’re broken, you’re damaged, you cannot be mended
Your thoughts will become muddled, and your senses offended.
We’ll give you some meds, your MS will slow
But with all of the side-effects, your anxiety will grow.
You don’t have to worry, don’t give it a thought
We can prescribe something for that too
If it’s an easy life you sought.
Doctors and specialists and a growing list of meds
New lesions revealed as the condition, it spreads
I throw up my hands and wonder at my new life
A life full of struggle, a life full of strife.
No, I cannot give up and I cannot lose sight
For I’m strong and I’m able and I’m up for the fight.
As this is my burden
My burden to bear
I will not wallow nor succumb to despair
My life it is precious, it’s veritably a gift
So there are changes I must make, my mindset must shift
I don’t want to be bitter, angry or hateful
I want to appreciate my life and be truly grateful
I’ll be happy and positive and put on a brave face
So that I can carry this burden I cannot displace.