The Chosen One

I am one of the chosen ones

Chosen to see what can be done

To the human body in time

Making me, in pain hum and chime

The pain sparks around the body like lightening

The tingle of it leaves the fingertips whitening

Sadly the lightening is flashes

While pain is continuous lashes

The fatigue makes body heavy

And the mind a memory gravy

Can we do away with some parts?

Or do we need all body parts?

Days merge into one another

Months merge into one another

Some days I emerge from the fog

Wanting to play leapfrog

When the burst of energy is gone

I savour the fun that is gone

Someone asks why me?

Then I think why not me?

Why not be the chosen one?

Even evolution needs an experimental run

Hopefully I will lead to a better human

Is it exciting to be a fore runner of new human?

I know now how a lab rat feels

Wonder how the rat deals

With the things being done to it

With no control at all over it

The changes both physical and mental

For all these drugs are detrimental

Will it be worth the sacrifice of me

Will the new human be superior to me?

If that can be done

I am happy to be the chosen one

Scattered Beads

The day the basket of beads scattered

Nothing was the same and nothing mattered

The beads rolled everywhere

The colours of the rainbow everywhere

The dreams of achievements shattered

My confidence left tattered

It is hard to gather all the beads

Rolling away, elusive are these beads

Gathering myself to make me whole

Is difficult, when like beads parts of myself roll

Just out of reach, they seem

Like those fractured scenes of a dream

When I get to one another bead escapes me

When I find humour, courage escapes me

Will I ever be able to gather these beads of me?

And make a basket that is whole me!

Cycle of Life

Ever since I got chronically ill

My body will not obey my will

There is muscle fluttering here

Or a pain shooting there

An inability to move a joint

Or lying listless without a point

It is good when energy is high

Otherwise all I do is sigh

The spring has come with lots to do

Cleaning and clearing, yes lots to do

I can run about without thinking

The need for balance easily forgetting

Then hits the wave of tiredness

Dragging me down this wave of sadness

The mood does not lift easily

The sadness grows uneasily

I stop talking and laughing

I need to start talking and laughing

Easier said than done

When the darkness weighs a ton

Meeting with friends

Sharing with friends

Might let in a spark of light

Keeping that glow still alight

Life finds a way to emerge

With renewed hope and happy urge

All is well in the world again

Until the overdoing yet again