"The Monster Poem"

"The Monster" a poem by a young person called Zena Alexandra Nicolaou about her Mothers MS

  THE MONSTER

Sclerosis! From the greek word 'skleros' meaning hard,

Scars are born and develop around the nerves.

The body gives up, like a solid piece of ice...melting.

A relapse will then catch you off guard.

Harsh times you will suffer, wanting to be like another,

Drawn to a bed of pain, three quarters of the day.

Unable to move, yet wanting to,

As you question, when will you be ok?

You've still got so much to give,

Yet it's not over for you, and it never will.

Incurable as ever, it'll be there forever,

As you sit knowing you've too much pride to admit you're ill.

The many different regions are the 'Multiple'

The central nervous system relentlessly traumatised and unbalanced.

You may have damaged myelin, sitting there reminiscing,

About your cousins wedding..that day you danced.

The monster will always lie awaiting you,

Sucking in your strength and slurring your speech.

The monster lurks in dark confusion

As you tighten your eyes wishing to awake out of its reach.

Shedding as many as you can,

Till the tears have been wept.

Alas you rest all the hours of the day,

Until all sleep is slept.

A prisoner in your own body you will remain,

Loving yourself for yourself, for there is no more fun.

As it eats away at your body you scream, for this pain to go away,

Tears splash down your cheeks as your body tingles, the pins and needles have now begun.

Every morning, noon, and night you'll remember and know,

When you sleep you'll remember and know.

And when you wake, you'll remember and know,

That Multiple Sclerosis will follow you wherever you go.

I love you MuM...

by Zena Alexandra Nicolaou