I'm a jangle of loose,
unattached parts
like a neckace made
of elbow macaroni,
a seashore
with the sand disappearing
from beneath my feet
as the tide rolls out.
Remember the feeling
of losing your balance?

The tide rolls my body.
Tides rage within me
when I stand, swaying motion
threatens to pull me over
pushing and pulling,
the waves crash within me.

MS is my personal tide
and it threatens my personal integrity,
and ruins my personal character.

What am I talking about? A disease,
Or falling in love with a married man                                                                            whose initials just happen to be MS.