“Art is the medium by which a person, having experienced an emotion, intentionally transmits it to others” – Leo Tolstoy
A bleak monotonous landscape,
Had been her outlook for years.
She so vehemently longed to escape.
The young woman fought back tears.
Christina’s world was internment.
Trapped in a body with muscles decaying.
Poor dear lacked discernment,
Her will to walk, her spirit not obeying.
Muscular Dystrophy restricted her being.
Crawling helplessly across the field,
The horizon beyond is all she will be seeing.
Determined to create an impenetrable shield.
To separate her from her crippling disorder.
Forcing herself daily, her bent limbs to be unfurled.
In spite of her debilitating marauder,
In pain Miss Christina Olson seeks to view the world.
1.Their is weakness in muscles.
2.Their is tension in muscles.
3.Their is rigidity in muscles.
4.Thier is pain in muscles.
5.Everyday tasks are difficult.
Note.Elevated creatine kinase may indicate
muscular dystrophy.
Spring trips will be all lively in untamed life.
Times whims will erode a flourishing nightlife.
Fallen leaves capitulate to the assaults of time.
Superb sound of hatchlings leaving to rife.
The Sunsets as it plunges from its climb.
Such as life, we often are placed in odd chimes.
Instability drives doomed people hysterical.
Likewise, the regarded air is beginning to dime.
A brilliant and marvelous day is a sample.
A forlorn relationship douses the pull.
Significance is no longer convincing.
A vitality-less soul supports gloomy turmoil.
Individuals lose faith when their ego is dissolving.
Sympathy is essential to offer ultimate helping.
Passions are hidden for a while and ego fusion.
Days to review and retain the positive feelings.
Ignoring the past and savoring the situation.
Less secure than assuming: reaching resolution
The truth is that everything is transitory.
Even if it is genuine, today is a bogus imitation.
The will to fight in despite immense difficulty
I can swiftly mute myself to the limit of insanity.
Woe and anguish hammer my nerve
I'm worried and upset by the uncapability.
I wrote this cause I have Muscular dystrophy
and so people will think anyone can have Muscular Dystrophy.
This was wrote back in 1999.
We would like to thank Jerry Lewis and M.D.A.
For making Sept.3 a very special day.
We the kids are big and small.
Some of us short some of us tall.
Jerry helps fill our heart's with love and hope.
He's one of the reason's we learn to cope.
Let's all help and do a good deed.
Help Jerry find a cure for M.D..
We the kids have a bond with each other.
In one way we're like sister and brother.
I'm one of Jerry's kids too.
Help Jerry make our dreams come true.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in the Destroyer poet's"SOUPS FIRST POEM"contest
I wrote this cause I have Muscular dystrophy
and so people will think anyone can have Muscular Dystrophy.
This was wrote back in 1999.
We would like to thank Jerry Lewis and M.D.A.
For making Sept.3 a very special day.
We the kids are big and small.
Some of us short some of us tall.
Jerry helps fill our heart's with love and hope.
He's one of the reason's we learn to cope.
Let's all help and do a good deed.
Help Jerry find a cure for M.D..
We the kids have a bond with each other.
In one way we're like sister and brother.
I'm one of Jerry's kids too.
Help Jerry make our dreams come true.
Teresa Skyles
The open wound that festers and burns
how long have I ignored it?
I spent all night praying
that this decay hadn't touched my core...
There is nothing between here and the sky
That rages as violently as our hidden hearts.
It doesn't matter how often we say "I love you",
those words only become sticks and stones
in a heart that vomits out hatred, annulling,
everything else, even now,
our prayer is trapped inside.
The huge void between here and the sky
swallows us whole, why is everything rotting
before our eyes? This heart holds too many secrets,
it's collapsing into itself, ripping itself apart and
the precious sentiments it holds inside.
Vomiting, rejecting, annulling -
Only the tombstone will be white.