Let me take my time

Can you please slow down?
I can't keep up,
I'll certainly drown,
These words are a flood.

I cannot keep hold, I cannot keep grasp,
Of even my own words, it's a complex task,
Foggy mind, fatigue brings rage,
It may seem childish, but my body, unlike yours, is a cage.

I lose my sight, my movement, my mobility,
Some days I am fine, and some days it is hindering,
But when it hurts and I am attempting explanation,
I am quite slow finding words, never procrastination.

This storm it follows and pours when it chooses,
My mind wins with words, but often it loses,
So just please...slow down, let me speak?
This brain is scarred, weary and weak.

I promise I won't be long, I just need time for the story,
Often entertaining, I promise not to be boring,
And in gratitude, I promise to lend my own ear,
Those words, they're a challenge, but always near.

****This poem is about something I face with Multiple Sclerosis. Brain fog. I lose half my sentence often because it is harder for me to focus, especially when fatigued. I do get very anxious in explanation of something important or something I need (As I also have Asperger's, communication in general can be difficult). Mostly a vent poem :)****