The homonym homily: a Poem for Rebecca

The runway affect
Can prove effective
Except you need to
Accept that the illusion is real
And not an allusion to another world
What is climatic
Is not climactic even though the earth turns
through the passage of time
What is illicit
Does not elicit sympathy
The matter of it all
Is the principle idea
Not a principal you can count on to toe the line
Then what used to be is more
Than a comparison of it all
Then the ground beneath my feet
Pushes me forth rather than holds me back
Then I'm whole again
Better than the fractured shattered self
of yesteryear

Oh Brother, Oh Brother

The brother would be the saint
The brother would be the loser
Oh come back to me
To be whole again
Saint or loser
is yours to tell
One mountaintop to
the next pinnacle
Oh, come back to me
Oh brother, where art thou?
My keeper forever
Stand by me
by ice or by fire
is yours to tell
by which you freeze or fry
is yours to tell
Oh Brother, Oh Brother
Do tell

A Day in The Life With MS

My mind is filled with so much to get out
Clenched jaw holding the stress within
Burdened heavy weariness and
Dampened spirit
Compounded by the foggy brain
Continue to invade my space
Sense of self worth
Stamina
Evidenced by the aches and creaks of
Unidentifiable pain

Tired of being tired
Somehow I find the strength
to get through the day
Wondering how I will get through the next
No worries for tomorrow
I am still standing here today
Choosing to inhale

A continual blessing

Cindi's Poem

We are all fragile beings
The facade of a smile when offered
Have a nice day
How are you?
I feel hurt inside
I force myself to look happy
The eyes tell everything
An insight into the soul
A mirror tells all
A reflection
Of what should be
Of what could be
Of what is