Sometimes inspiration comes as a guiding force within our heart. That is how I feel about poetry. It came to me when I needed it most. First it came to help me cope with the challenges of Multiple Sclerosis, MS, and then as a support during the devastating effects of loss and grief. MS is a neuro-degenerative disease, and I have been open to embracing its teachings along the way. Yet, after many years of managing the disease, an attack on my body came to test me greatly. It left me crippled for a short period. Yet, despite the physical and mental difficulty, it pushed me further on my spiritual path. Poetry came to me as a healing support.