I wrote this...
Moms, Stubborn and Defiant Child!
B.R.T. 5*11*2026
I have my moments of dread, don't you doubt it.
ALS likes to poke me over and over again, saying;
I'm going to take your life, every piece, bit by bit.
But I look it in the eyes and tell ALS, that'll never fly.
Even as it...
It taps at my ribs and pulls at my feet,
begging me to believe in my demise and defeat.
But I rise in defiance, eyes steady and voice deep.
I send it back to its corner, laughing as it retreats.
Yes, I miss me — but I’ve made it clear to ALS,
as it whispers tick‑tock in my ears,
that I will be stronger than it,
and never bow to its despair
or the mongering of its fears.
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