It strikes my head a hundred times…
It strikes my soul as many…
It strikes each thought I have…
It strikes my sense and sensibility...
It strikes my consciousness…
It strikes my confidence…
It strikes all that I believe in…
It leaves my heart at sea…
What is this thing called epilepsy?
It strikes like a bolt of lightning
Causing a storm that is frightening.
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Comment by Marlyn — June 1, 2020 @ 10:10 AM
Beautifully and poignantly said, Marlyn.
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Comment by Phylis Feiner Johnson — June 1, 2020 @ 11:22 AM
As yours always is!
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Comment by Marlyn — June 1, 2020 @ 12:41 PM
It leaves me wondering how I got here and why I’m so far from home.
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Comment by Donna Jones — June 1, 2020 @ 12:44 PM
Well, at least you have us for company.
Although, I know that’s not what you’re talking about.
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Comment by Phylis Feiner Johnson — June 1, 2020 @ 4:26 PM
Having seizures is no rhyming game.
BUT
Those who ignore some of us, have no shame.
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Comment by James D — June 2, 2020 @ 7:27 AM
So correct, James!
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Comment by Marlyn — June 4, 2020 @ 10:38 AM
Does that include SOME FAMILY AND NEUROLOGISTS AND EPITOLOGISTS TOO JAMES?
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Comment by Kathy S.B — June 8, 2020 @ 11:21 AM