TUESDAY, 13 MAY 2014

I was happy with my Olis
all caring for me, enwrapping me,
they helped me spark with no limits
like a firework I was,
But destruction came, like a war around me,
immune attacks and my Olis are in debris,
myelin scattered, no more wraps,
I’m on my own, naked and vulnerable.
I screamed for help,
sent messages
in my slow motion
I miss you, I need you my Oligodendrocytes,
and they came, the littles ones,
neural stem cells, future Olis,
I talked to them, sung for them and charmed them.
It’s all about communication.
We made contact, touched and felt each other,
tuned our rhythms
and they wrap, wrap, wrap themselves around me,
restoring me, my new Olis.