In a body where strength once freely flowed, A silent storm within begins to grow. Signals from nerves, once clear and bright, Now falter in the struggle, lose their light.
Acetylcholine, the messenger keen, Finds its path blocked by forces unseen. Antibodies wage a misguided war, Destroying the peace that was there before.
Muscles once strong now tire with the day, As the simple tasks become harder to sway. Eyes droop low, with vision in blur, The once steady hand begins to deter.
A smile that fades, a voice grown weak, The strength to chew, to swallow, they seek. Arms that falter, legs that shake, Every movement a battle to make.
Yet in the ebb and flow of this strife, Resilience grows in the dance of life. With treatment’s grace and care’s tender touch, Many find strength, though it may not be much.
The fight is long, the journey unclear, Yet hope remains, dispelling the fear. For in every struggle, in every pain, Lies the will to rise, to live again.
Myasthenia Gravis, a name of dread, Yet it cannot silence the life that is led. In the face of weakness, courage is found, For in the heart, strength knows no bound.
