|Isn't this stunning? Not just because it's the artist's FIRST drawing, but because it's such a GREAT drawing. I was totally amazed when I first saw it...|
Multiple SclerosisI tire of my body, I tire of my painMultiple Sclerosis by *meregoddess
and the whirlwind scraping the walls of my skull.
I tire of the weeping willow cracking and sprouting
within the eyes of those who look upon me.
I tire of courage, and of strength, and
personal earthquakes that make me cry silent tears.
I tire of the cramping, in my thighs and calves and feet
and the pills, pills, the mountains of pills!
I tire of doctors, nurses, interns, psychiatrists and
those housewives who think I'm on drugs, or lazy.
I tire of hearing "Don't talk like that, you have to stay more positive"
when discussing my logic in regards to my illness.
I tire of being tired, oh so tired all the time, forget the pain!
I'd give anything to have my energy again.
I tire of being the victim, and the survivor,
so much work, so little reward.
I tire of not being able to dance, jump rope, ride a bicycle or skate.
I'm tired of feeling 80 when I'm not even old.
I tire of the hospital bills, mountains of them so high,
I wrote a song. Kinda...
There was an old black and white movie starring Bette Davis called "Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte" and there was a music box that played a beautiful melody. I looked everywhere for the music to this song, but alas, it was out of print. It is however now in the public domain, so using what I remembered of the melody, I wrote my own arrangement for my high school orchestra. This is written for orchestra and flute. I used the main theme from the music box, then added my own counter melody to the mix. I sure hope someone listens, and someone likes it. I'm very proud of this.
|Dance With Me|
Come to me! Take me in your cold embrace
And dance with me to the Gavotte, and the Minuet
On the earth, with a soft breeze brought by celestial winds
In music that fills my soul until the moment when we depart
This earthly coil to that destiny of which the two of us will only know…
I will reach out my hand to you, and come willingly
I shall whisper my secrets to you, of which you know
But I shall seek to unburden my dark and heavy soul
That I may finally find freedom and peace at last
Taken into your arms for all of eternity…
Come dance with me! Meet me on the dance floor
Push through to the empty space that has been left for us
As the cloudy night makes way to blankets of darkness
And the music finally reaches the final strain, I beseech you
Oh Death! Though I fear you not, come not too soon, for I am not quite ready yet...