In the tapestry of nerves, a tale unfolds, A story of battles, where mysteries are told. Multiple Sclerosis, a silent foe, In the realm of neurons, it starts to sow.
A chronic dance within, autoimmune grace, Central nervous whispers lost in the chase. Brain and spine entwined in delicate thread, Attacked by the immune, where myelin is shed.
Nerve fibers draped in a shield so thin, Yet mistaken strikes from the force within. Communication falters, a disrupted song, Symphonies of neurons, now strained and wrong.
Fatigue sets in, a relentless tide, Walking becomes a journey, where shadows hide. Numbness and tingling, an electric stream, Muscles weakened, lost in the dream.
Coordination stumbles, a delicate ballet, Relapse and remission, in the dancer's sway. A lifelong waltz, this intricate art, Yet hope resides, a beating heart.
Treatment's embrace, a shield of might, Managing the symptoms, slowing the fight. In the canvas of struggle, resilience weaves, A poem of strength, where the spirit believes.
