Me not M . E --A Poem
I dedicate this poem to Ms. Corina Duyn-An Artist, a Writer and a wonderful Puppeteer from Ireland. I got to know her through yet another wonderful friend. She is diagnosed with a rare illness called Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (M.E.) Hands crave to carve, Legs crave to walk long to serve; My body reluctant to move; Mind constant to prove, I fell back, back on my knees; Whirled in life’s own wild freeze, Dependent on all like an oak tree on roots with ‘Please’, How long the journey that just begun would last; Hard to forget the past, My life, my dream, my passion; Ready to face the writ with confession, Alas!! Peeping through the window for lovely occasion; May the blue berries carry away all my blues with them, May the church bells ring aloud the sound of my well-being; May the waves at the sea shore bring back me ‘new’ well washed, It’s M.E. that is affecting me; Deteriorating self was pushed well by buzzing bee, With a struggle b