Depression, MS, and Wit in a Poem

It tiptoes into peripheral sight,
And stays to take away the light.  
The darkness makes its home there;
Until you realize you were unaware.  

But I didn’t notice this until
I found myself climbing up the hill!
The flat and happy ground was green,
But this hill is dry and brown and mean.

Depression sneaks up to the unsuspecting;
It makes one think they are the one rejecting.  

It causes feelings that don’t belong,
It places monotone where there once was song.
This hemeola of emotions, this fighting of sorts
Leads to modulation that’s unwelcome, of course!

One day I’ll be down, and the next snap out of it.
It’s like this other unpredictable disease a bit.  
Depression is a symptom of MS, as well.  
Which is just my luck– but I won’t dwell!  

If it gets bad enough I’ll go see my doc.
But coming out myself wouldn’t be a shock.
Just like everything else I’ve been given,
I’m too busy to notice it–I’m livin’!  

So before you go and hand me your pity,
Allow me to give you an answer that’s wity:
I may not be from Mississippi, have a master’s degree or be a medical specialist,
But I AM Mega Smart, Mighty Sarcastic, and Marvelously Sweet.  
Just ask my sister mom husband. (We still qualify as “newlyweds.”) 


A Poem of Today’s Thoughts

I express myself better in words sometimes, so out of my thoughts today came forth this poem.  As graduation is nearing, I am still a little rattled about what I’m going to be doing.  Also, my last post reached a lot of people I know, which is weird, and they were talking about it.  What?  So, those are things that weighed in thoughts.  It’s a poem and a prayer.  Be blessed, everyone!


The words, they come from you.

Out of my mouth they’re sounded,

By my hand they’re stressed

And what is done next is completely YOU.

The speeches, poetry, stories, and other writings…

They circulate, and you are glorified.

Your work, my God, is endless.

I am speechless.


It is my prayer that you continue to use me in this way.

I desire it.

You inspire it.


Have your way with me, my Lord.

I’ve no idea what will come next.

Wherever you bring me, and whatever I’m doing,

May you be glorified by it all.

I will answer when I hear your call.


Out of my mouth, the words are sounded,

But they come from you.

You, God, are TRUE.