The Wolf I Fight I try to run
When the wolf comes to call,
I fight to ignor it,
This disease I can't stall.
It knocks me down
And puts me in bed,
I hurt all over
And have Fog in my head.
At times I can't bear it,
Or so I think.
Then one day I glimpse life
From the depths where I sink.
That one day becomes two,
And two are a week.
Soon the rash is gone
That I had on My cheek.
The weakness subsides,
And I can walk again.
To not enjoy this
Would be a great sin.
I have had remissions,
I'm a lucky one.
Looking forward to another
When this Flair is done.
I may never feel normal,
But I pretend on the good days
To be a healthy person,
I can see through the hase !
It gives me compassion,
This wolf that I fight.
There are many who suffer,
It just doesn't seem right.
I have Made some great friends.
Some never feel good.
I'd share my "fit" days,
If only I could.
I must go on fighting.
Don't let the wolf succeed.
And hope for a cure.
I will beat this, indeed !