LACING UP HOPE

LACING UP HOPE
An Original Poem by Allié McGuire

​Some mornings start heavy, the world feels tight,
My legs whisper doubts before daylight.
Pain hums low like a familiar song,
Asking me softly how I’ll move along.

I lace up hope when strength feels thin,
I listen inward, then begin.
Not because it’s easy, not because it’s planned,
But because I still can.

MS may knock, may slow my pace,
But it will not claim my name or face.
I rise, I choose, I take my stand,
Not because I must.
Because I can. ∎