In the chair I dwell, my home of steel, With each day's passing, I learn to feel. Primary progressive MS, my silent foe, Yet in its grip, a gratitude I know. Pain is my shadow, a constant companion, Yet within its grasp, I find my champion. For though I cannot rise, cannot stand tall, Gratefulness blooms, through the pain's thrall. In the stillness of my motionless stance, I find beauty, in each fleeting glance. For in this chair, where my body is bound, My spirit roams free, unconfined, unbound. Though the path ahead is shrouded in mist, I embrace each moment, clenched fist. For in the face of this slow demise, I find solace in the love that never dies. So here I am, in this chair, this throne, In the midst of a battle, yet not alone. For though this disease may claim its toll, My spirit sings, an eternal scroll.