I taste the air of times past
as she walks and I ride
toward the tar covered trail
lined of birch and pine.
A distant hum echoes
softly in the breeze….
Poetry by River Maria Urke
A midst the troubles of loss and the hell’s of pain I gained the art of crafting a path for my stumbled steps unlocking the woman I am to face the disease I’ve ignored. I began by molding mistakes into steps and lessons learned into stones building blocks I laid outside my back door. Forming…
These two are from my newly published book, “Stumbled & Standing- from Diagnosis to Acceptance: A Woman’s Journey with Multiple Sclerosis” There is a link on the side for a preview. 🙂 Am I Drunk I look in your face stumbling from the car purposely forgetting my cane. Unmistakable instant judgment is scribbled across your starring glare…