Writing

When I write it is almost like
I'm not really sick at all
The words just flow
and my pen don't know
the things I can't recall

Thinking of all that MS has taken
it is surreal to have a break
Giving in to dreams and musings
my mind can concentrtate

So thankful for this respite
I'm tempted to just stay
But I hide away each chance I get
until reality pulls me away