I'm glaring at walls that stifle me.
Crushing, wounding, disabling me,
MS, so limiting my enemy
Steals my strength and my energy.
The MS walls do limit me.
Yet I can't accept, even partially,
The slightest drop in productivity.
God pierced those walls with beams of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem