Being Sick..
Is to feel alone amongst many friends
To speak the same language – to hear different sounds
To bid farewell to all that is familiar
To be by your beloved – and feel a stranger
To fear the unknown – until it hurts
What will be – is a puzzle in your eyes
To no longer anticipate tomorrows
Because you know not when it will be too late
People you love try to understand
You distance yourself – some are angry
They don’t know that only those that suffer
Can understand that in your eyes your headed toward a dead end
It’s to walk barefoot on a rocky terrain
It’s to experience tough moments – all alone
It’s to hear sounds that were but are no more
It’s a constant yearning toward the past
Written in Hebrew by an MS patient
About the fear of the inevitable progress of the disease
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