today, I declare is No Parkinson’s Day
a day of pause, a day of reprieve
away from my demanding, uninvited companion
with the nasty sense of humour
I hesitate to complain, many others face far worse
than the unpleasant collection of challenges
waiting in the wings for me
but I wish for some space
just for 24 hours
between this uninvited companion
how will I spend this time without PD, you ask?
will I paint with wild abandon,
on massive empty walls
use smooth sweeping motions
unhindered, confident and free?
will my thoughts, once tangled and elusive,
find clarity and courage
to speak the things I didn’t say
in a boldly loud outdoor voice
unburdened by nerves and hesitation?
will I dance with practiced ease
fluid and flawless, rhythmical, effortless
balance like a gymnast,
or a yogi poised, unwavering
and as solid as a tree?
who am I kidding? …that’s really not me!!
and I’m pretty sure
won’t ever be
truth is my uninvited companion and I
have become fairly close
we clash now and then and argue
about who’s actually in charge
but I am who I am,
with this associate in tow
shaped by a relationship
I wouldn’t have requested
I am in with two feet
and the rest of me too
but I still get to choose
how to rise to each challenge
before my “friend” gets
much too big for her boots
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