It's Not My Imagination (Poem)

Not all my poems are spiritual. I wrote this one last summer for my friends who have Multiple Sclerosis, and those who still don't have answers...


It's Not My Imagination

My right eye's always twitching.
My legs are filled with lead.
I am forever dropping things.
And they say it's in my head.

I have six pairs of glasses
With no two quite the same.
And I wear each one on different days
‘Cuz my eyes keep playing games.

I have this buzzing feeling
Deep inside my head.
And a jolt of electricity
Just made my feet fly off the bed.

Sometimes my throat won't swallow.
Sometimes I pee my pants.
When I ask the docs,
"Is this MS?"They just say "There's a chance."

When my tongue went into spasm
It did a u-turn in my throat
And blocked my life's-breath airway.
The doc said, "Make a note."

My legs went numb and swollen
And doctors shook their head.
But they won't put a label on it
Until I'm good and dead.

The vertigo is dreadful,
The burning skin's a pain.
The doctor give me lots of pills
And says, "Come back again!"

It isn't diabetes
Or syphilis, or a tumor.
But they won't tell me what it is
And I'm almost out of humor.

One neuro just shook his head
And said, "See Dr. House."
Another actually said, "Get laid."
A third, "Redecorate your house."

I am not a hypochondriac.
This whimsical thing is real
So please just give me a definite name
For the crappy way I feel!

Liz Rosas
26 Aug 2008