THE ROAD ...

When we're well, we assume we're walking ...

Along a road which is solid and strong ...

We know there'll be tortuous twists and turns ...

That it may be short ... Though we hope for long!

But the road upon which we travel ...

Is not solid, like bricks and mortar ...

The road is precarious, mutable ...

And no more stable than water ...

The road can run out at any time ...

Or dwindle to virtually zero ...

And that's where true heroism lives ...

Everyone with M.E.is a hero.

Ffion

Ffion Original Poems