I remember it well.
The day dystonia crept by
It looked over my body,
thoughts of harm in it�s eyes.
Like a scrawny, mean cat,
it would sit, watch, and wait
then pounce on tender flesh
with sharp claws of hate.
It stalks my path,
a dark shadow that lurks
gathering strength to cause pain
with each evil jerk
It thinks it has won,
that I am a weak fool.
I will shiver and cower
while it ruins and rules.
Shh, I have discovered a weakness,
it sleeps when I do
I�ll just dream my escape
find a door, and slip through.
By
Kathie Stehr
Jan 18,2000