I Ain’t Dead Yet (Freeform with haiku)

All I can say is –

“I will live another day

stay away , Devil”

I wonder if my funeral homily will be written

just about MS: crippled fingers – eyes barely focus –

impossible balance issues- can’ t type very well.

Still, I ain’t dead yet because my psyche tells me,

“I think; therefore, I exist.”

I can scribble poetic words from a brain with

black lesions and holes, struggle with my dark

autoimmunity disease with damnable muscle wasting -

slow - cognitive abilities.

I wonder if MS buries me into a coffin without survival.

I wonder if the funeral Pall will cover my journal -

however, I believe it will live for another season.

In the silence of my reflections, I wonder if

family and friends know that I put myself

“out - there,” naked, for all to understand

my poetry.

I wonder if humanity knows that there

are MS poets and writers,

who hunt and peck – with weak fingers,

disabled bodies, troubled minds –

addressing MS, like me.

Depart you Devil

you’re taking away my life -

giving me pain, hurt

I ain’t dead

yet -

because I have hope.

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