Robert Gillett

Behind my smile is a world no one can see Because MS is a hidden disability The struggles, the pain, the tears cried in vain The get up and go days, slow days, can't get out of bed days all because my brain is a constant maze, a daily haze Life can be cruel, a daily duel Fighting through, if only people knew. I use to be active, I kept myself fit, but this darn MS keeps slowly chomping at the bit. It's hard to explain when they can't see your pain the truth thats going on inside my MS brain...

The MonSter lurks beneath my skin, A silent war I didn’t begin. It steals in shadows, strikes unseen, A life once whole, now caught between. Fatigue like chains I cannot shake, Each breath a mountain I must take. Brain fog rolls in, thick and slow, Where did my words, my focus go? The MS hug — a vise around My ribs and chest, no easing found. Blurred vision clouds the light of day, And sometimes sight just fades away. Spasms twist with cruel delight, Jolts that jar me through the night. My...

Tornadoes strike in dead places. Thunder clouds are shadows inside broken bodies, lives, emotions, despair, turbulent rain storms, and razing lighting - when no one knows. In the season of autumn, I’m in the era of my life, struggling with challenges . I’m more than most survivors. I kick with bloody feet in asses. I fight like a warrior with my swords and shield, warring in my soul for a new dawn. I choose to confront demons attacking me, and not just complain. As I watch falling leaves...