Dancing with MS

“My Friend, the Wall,” Draft One, 2/24/2009

My friend, the wall,

Or any vertical surface

Stable enough to support my head,

While my hands retrieve my shorts and slacks,

My fingers shove in my shirt, close up my fly.

I have other friends,

Count my cane among them.

This four-footed friend can not help,

Though, when I need two hands.

My kitchen counter, then,

Provides the edge I need

To wash my dishes, prepare my meals.

I have other friends,

Who let me lean against them,

When my legs, my heart, my hope

Can not, at times, sustain me.

Could I ever stand alone?

I fell, and failed, the times I tried.

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