It’s been a little over three and a half years since being diagnosed.
As I think back on those first miserable days,
almost seemingly unbearable.
I spent weeks on-end shut away from the world and grieving.
In a future for me, I was not believing.
I’m not ready to be old!
Damn you Parkinson’s! Making life such a challenging dance!
At such an early age! I never got the chance!
To unlock achievements I need focus and skill!
and a body full of vigor and vitality!
Aging already tossing away the keys…
all the more earnestly on account of this ruthless disease!
I pulled myself together.
Saved by determination and grit.
As time goes on it gradually becomes clear:
I have absolutely nothing to fear.
When I think about the person I’m turning out to be,
I wonder maybe…
The world needs the types like me!
Quiet, yet restless and driven.
Doing their best with what they’ve been given.
For though, at times I struggle even with walking,
I know that I stir within others inspirational talking.
maybe it’s the people who struggle like me.
That is, those of us with disabilities,
who are meant to reveal the possibilities!