Memories

It's amazing how a song or a specific smell can bring back a memorie or feeling. I've remembered things that I thought were lost forever. Your memories of the past is like a time line that defines who you are. When you lose your memories, you lose a piece of you. My illness has been affecting my memory andsometimes I forget who I really am but when that happens I just search deep within myself , then I remember. I remind myself that I am not weak and that this illness will not beat me, and it's ok to get mad or cry because my tears does not comprimise my stregnth.

Unbroken

I've lived with lupus since I was 15 yrs. old and all of my experiences have only made me stronger. I wrote a poem about it and I hope you like it.

I set out on this journey focusing on the experience and not the destination. I knew I would somehow find my way without succumbing to desperation. The road has been hard and stormy days have come but the sun seems to always shine through. I've had my doubts on how this journey may end but I keep the determination that to myself I must stay true. The fight has been hard and the road has been long but defeat is a word never spoken. I've had many laughs and cried my share of tears but still I remain unbroken.

Thank you for listening.

Leslie S. Moore