As I wake my shaky hand waves and greets me, Hi
Like the class swot catching the teacher’s eye
Is it frightened it has slipped my mind?
My affliction’s daily incessant grind
I look across and smile at her slumbering eyes
And cuddle her gently as she softly sighs
Is it possible I am the man in her dream?
This Parkinson’s wreck with low self esteem
I’d love to sleep as our bodies entwine
But my hand drums a staccato beat on her spine
So I roll away and every muscle feels stuck
A tear moistens my cheek as I curse my luck
When I lie on my hand, my leg takes up the beat
To some silent tune I’m tapping my feet
No chance for long lies and lazy hugs
My body won’t wait on the first dose of its drugs
I would try and ignore it but during the night
My torso’s been borrowed for Tyson to fight
Hit like a punchbag and then my legs used
By a marathon runner, all as I snoozed
The worst part of Parkinson’s, it’s hard to tell
Each day’s a smorgasbord of symptoms from hell
No-one likes self-pity, better move this body of mine
Shake a leg! Carpe Diem! Rise and feckin' shine!
You have just described my night/morning perfectly - say no more.
Thanks for your encouragement!
Very well written, left me feeling sad. that there are so many of us who share your feelings.
You're in good company Jarlath, we can all sympathise and know how you feel. It is a shit condition, but keep writing, it's much appreciated.
A great first post. Thank you. It captures how we all feel sometimes with this condition. Glad to have you on board