The Chosen

I believe, we were chosen

though unsure, on what grounds

that confusing confirmation

is as strange, as it sounds 

 

from many, world corners

round the bend and afar

Parkinson’s has found us 

knowing, where we are 

 

I once thought the ‘members’, were restricted 

to those, much older than me

then I heard, it’s expanded 

to those designated 

Young Onset PD

 

this unwelcome, life partner 

has our future in its sites

it’ll  aim to control

whether we give in or fight

 

amongst this confusion

that’s cluttering our mind 

is a belief, that we’ll forge on 

leaving no one behind 

 

we’re an eclectic assortment 

and we’ll make room for more

we see strength in community 

there’s no locks and no doors

 

now what if we stepped back

and from a new point of view 

we looked at being chosen 

as what life needs us to do

 

let’s spin our selection, 

this choice that life’s made

and celebrate its blessings

like the birth of a new day

 

the world needs our spirit 

our will and our drive

for every victory that we share 

is a hope kept alive

 

chosen for a reason

beyond this life with PD

we are making a difference

that the world needs to see…

 

for myself, it is much clearer now

why those selected, have to be 

for inspiring others, to be the best they can each day 

is our true life destiny.