A Poem about Twitching
Here is a literary representation of my ailment: A poem about twitching, breaks off In the middle of what I say because My twitch does no T choose the most Convenient times to Show itself Can you Circu Umvent the twitch? Does it define me? Mold me? Create in me a brokenness? Or can I move past it? Who is in control? This infection robs me, but I am the master of my Fate, the captain of my Ship, and I will have the last say in my life.