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Ode to Epilepsy | June 1, 2020

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?


8 Comments »

  1. 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

  2. Beautifully and poignantly said, Marlyn.

    Liked by 1 person

    Comment by Phylis Feiner Johnson — June 1, 2020 @ 11:22 AM

  3. 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

  4. Well, at least you have us for company.

    Although, I know that’s not what you’re talking about.

    Liked by 1 person

    Comment by Phylis Feiner Johnson — June 1, 2020 @ 4:26 PM

  5. 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

  6. 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


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    I've been a professional copywriter for over 35 years. I also had epilepsy for decades. My mission is advocacy; to increase education, awareness and funding for epilepsy research. Together, we can make a huge difference. If not changing the world, at least helping each other, with wisdom, compassion and sharing.

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