This is an older poem but a more descriptive image of and by my sister Martha suffering her Multiple Sclerosis pain. Many suffer from this horrible disease, and I pray a cure can be found.
No Escape
It slithers in as
Snakes mating pain,
Pain entwined,
Breeding this labyrinth of
No escape.
No way out of this writhing mass,
This mass, secreting away Light.
This pain, eating the Light,
Our stars of many colors,
Forced as lanterns for
The rising heads of the serpents, or
Our souls, are they in formation
To defeat the onslaught?
Pain, this confused muddle
In the line of the Fire of the stars,
Blazing through the delirium,
The Light in the void,
The Fire in the pit,
Consuming the venom.
For pain,
No escape.
Copyright © 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: “Living in ‘It’” ©Martha Harris (my sister) See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
So sorry your sister goes through this! Sending some positive thoughts her way.
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Thank you, my friend! She is so strong I can’t believe it. But things are tougher her.
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Thank you, Barb!
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Thank you, Ancient Skies!
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Again intense
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It’s about my sister’s struggle with MS. (That’s her in the digital art.) I use a lot of her art to illustrate my poems.
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May god give her and you strength amen
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You’re so sweet! I’ll tell her! ♥️
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I will also pray ok u never know god hears someone
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So true! Thank you, my friend!
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Thank you too dear
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Thank you, Rebirthshande!
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