Poetry Pause - A Journey with MS

I trip
down a corridor darkly

wall-walking the length
and breadth and height
my fingers reach
(when feeling out of sight)

afraid for tomorrow
but searching for
the rest of my life

I may stumble
I may fall
but never will I stop

Pandora
Mirage Literary and Arts Magazine 2000

I needed to remind myself of what I wrote, what I had been feeling.  I don't think I've ever been as close to giving up as now.  I needed to read...write down...remember...NEVER WILL I STOP.