
6th of September 2019
Mirror, mirror on the wall
You know it too, rigidity,
The on and off, anxiety
The difficulty to undress
The pain, the cramp, the loneliness
Dishes that don’t cooperate
The arm you cannot activate
The parties you decide to skip
The abyss at your fingertip
Your stress resistance gone awry
A future that has passed you by
Your self-image, all shaken up
No cure to make this damn thing stop
The rusty brains, low energy
The hiccups in your memory
Your multitasking days long gone
A voice inside which shouts: “Hold on!
It’s Parkinson’s, time to connect
The old and new will intersect”.
I thank you, mirrors on my wall
For making me feel far less small
Because you mirror my existence
It reduces my resistance
to the things I cannot change
And acceptance is in range
Eager to open up
Sparks
Thanks to my mirrors
Benjamin, David, Gerda, Jobien, Joke, Jolanda, Lea, Marc, Marjan,
Martin, Matt, May, Nathalie, Sara, Suzanne and all other Parkies I am still to
recognize on the Road of Adaptation.