To be ill\u2026<\/p>\n
It is to feel alone\u2014among many friends
\nTo speak the same language\u2014to hear other sounds
\nTo part ways, to leave all that was familiar
\nTo feel beside a loved one\u2014estranged.<\/p>\n
To fear until it hurts from the unknown
\nAll that will be\u2014in your eyes a riddle
\nTo not look forward to the coming of tomorrow,
\nBecause you do not know when it will be too late\u2026<\/p>\n
People you loved try to understand,
\nYou distance yourself, there are those who are angry,
\nThey do not know that only one who is there,
\nCan understand that now in your eyes this is a dead end.<\/p>\n
It is to walk barefoot on stony ground
\nTo experience entirely alone difficult moments,
\nTo hear sounds that are no more and once were,
\nAnd to always long for the past\u2026
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\n(A poem written by an MS patient. The fear is of the inevitable progression that characterizes the disease.)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"template":"","class_list":["post-17288","helps","type-helps","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n