Warren A. Gasink
My Enemy's Walls
Poem by Warren A. Gasink
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.
His points of light illumined me.
With God's help they bolster me:
Those lights of love,
Those gleams of hope,
Those rays of God's divinity.
His perfect rays will penetrate
Those MS walls which limit me
So my MS can only win
If I surrender to infirmity.
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