In the realm where shadows merge with light, There is a warrior, bold and bright. With every step, a challenge anew, But surrender? That, they never knew. A foe, unseen, with a silent hiss, Whispers the name of multiple sclerosis. Its grasp is firm, its will, it seems, unkind, Aiming to chain the body, but not the mind. "Take my limbs," the warrior declares, "Enshroud my days in your unyielding snares. But the essence of me, the spirit you see, Remains untouched, forever free.” With muscles waning and visions blurred, The spirit’s song remains undeterred. For within this vessel, weakened, frayed, Lies a resolve that will not fade. Through tempests of pain, through the unsteady gate, The warrior advances, accepting their fate. Yet, in their eyes, a relentless glow, Defying the dusk with their inner glow. Let the nights be long, let the storm rage fierce, My spirit, my attitude, your darkness can’t pierce. I am more than my steps, more than my falls, I am the laughter that echoes through these walls. In the heart of struggle, where despair might dwell, Lives a tale of courage, a story to tell. For the body may falter, under sieges untold, But a radiant attitude is pure gold. So here’s to the spirits, undimmed by night, Who face their battles with unwavering light. Though the path may twist, and the journey long, It’s the heart’s warmth that makes them strong. In every breath, a defiance, a claim: "I am not my illness, nor shadowed by its name. For as long as I breathe, as long as I dream, I’ll sail my soul on hope’s endless stream."