Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I am the bird.

What makes up a person in their entirety?

It's not just the shell of flesh and bone
all wired together by nerves.

I know this because inside me there is a bird.

It wants to get out and fly.

It wants to soar above pain and worry.

Above the frustrations and limitations.

Inside there is boundless joy and passion.

There is a spirit that knows no boundaries.

MS might rob my flesh and bones of
the nerves that wire it all together,
but it will never touch my bird.

She sits inside and dreams
of soaring high above the clouds
where the sun always shines
and she can be free.

When I close my eyes, I am the bird.

When I am the bird,
together we flee my bodily cage
and leave MS behind.

The bird and I soar the heavens in peace.

There's more to me than my flesh and bones.

MS can't take that from me.


  1. Very nice! Did you write this? (Or is that a "DUH!" question?)

    Linda D. in Seattle

  2. Thanks Linda!

    Yes, I wrote it when I was sitting here drumming my fingers on the keyboard trying to think of something to blog.

    I also photoshopped the picture. :-)

  3. Brilliant poem! I like it so much, can I put it on my blog? Credited to you, of course.

  4. Certainly you may, Maggie, my fingolimod buddy! <3

  5. Jeri, what a wonderful and touching poem. Thanks for sharing "you" with all of us!


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