Two Years Since My Diagnosis

Change happening in innumerable

ways.

Medication doses segmenting my days.

Navigating life in a bit of a daze.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

Pioneer of my destiny and prepared.

To do what I can even when I feel

scared.

With heartfelt gratitude for those who

have cared.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

Sleep’s allure is lost to me forever more.

Incredulity as more things seem a chore.

The slam of my body as I hit the floor.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

I completed a course to change my

career.

‘Take the bull by the horns’; removes

any fear.

My life as a therapist, I have held dear.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

Adversity reveals its face unto me.

The shackles from which I seek my

liberty.

Revealing my symptoms in speech

therapy.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

The human condition needs a

connection.

Failing in this would be an insurrection.

I have achieved a new social direction.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

Prescriptions reveal the true state of

decline.

Long gone are the days when I’d say, “I feel

fine.”

Like being branded at that moment in

time.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

I am transitioning to be a writer.

I’m not giving up; I remain a fighter.

But this new career makes my future

brighter.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

The throes of progression  across many

years.

This heretic presence dirupts through

dark fears.

The truculent gremlin grimaces

and sneers.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

Online I made friends, with Parkinon’s

Disease.

We designed a support group for those

in need.

For my sense of purpose this planted a

seed.

Two years since my diagnosis.

 

I do not walk this rutted road on my

own.

My spouse, too, has seeds of purpose

that he’s sown.

It’s clear that out of tribulation, we’ve

grown.

Two years since my diagnosis.