The Disease
Are you talking?
I’m not listening,
What do you say?
Symptoms so varied
Comes any night and day.
So unexpected,
Why are you this way?
Oh my Parkinson’s
How can this be?
Never knowing what’s coming
Give me the key.
Every symptom so different
No pattern to see.
Why does a new motion
Bring me down to my knees?
Needing acceptance
Not easy this time.
Looking ahead,
Not wanting to climb.
Explore the feelings,
Find the good in the bad.
Leave the sorrow behind,
Or you will go mad.
The journey continues
Could not walk away.
Finding acceptance,
By writing today.
Moving forward.
Going to live for the day.
I look in my pocket
Finding courage packed away.
Inside Parkinson's 
Another beautiful poem that opens windows into your daily fight against the impact of Parkinson’s on your daily life. I’m reminded once again of how blessed I am to be healthy. A privilege that I often take for granted.
I just love the concept of finding courage packed away in our pockets. A sense of unexcepted strength just when we need it the most.
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