I look in the mirror and the person I see
Is someone who used to be me.
That person was strong and healthy, rarely ill,
And her energy was endless; she never sat still.
Then one day she disappeared behind my face,
And a stranger took her place.
I'm living in a body I no longer know,
And a pain from within me has begun to grow.
At night, when others sleep, I lie awake,
Feeling my body tremble and shake.
My limbs feel stiff and my muscles ache.
I feel like a rag doll about to break.
"What's wrong with me?" asks a voice from within.
"And whose body is this, under my skin?
Surely this isn't going to be the new me?"
Then a Higher Voice whispers, "Just accept it...it's meant to be."
I searched for answers...a diagnosis I needed.
A long 9 months later I found a doctor who heeded.
A condition was confirmed; I wasn't losing my mind.
Hypochondria it wasn't...Parkinson's was the find.
I have to keep going; this isn't the end.
Just a rough, rocky road with a very big bend.
I know God will help me; He never lets me down.
With His hand in mine, there's no need to frown.
Diagnosed With Parkinson's Disease
Sorry to hear that, Paul. Keep your head up, and I would love to hear more of your poetry and share some of your future journey. Sharing helps. Keep fighting
Losing Me...Finding Me
Published: February 2017
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Sorry to hear that, Paul. Keep your head up, and I would love to hear more of your poetry and share some of your future journey. Sharing helps. Keep fighting