Take away my strength and I’ll sing you a song
Take away my voice and I’ll hold you so long.
Take away my touch and I’ll give you my heart.
Take away my Art and I’ll give you my Soul.
Parkinson’s disease has one goal. To stop me dead in my tracks. To take away my cognitive resources and leave me trapped in a frozen husk of what once was.
There is no cure, it is progressive and unyielding like the sands if time.
I could live in fear of the days to come but then I’d miss the ones that are here now.
I’d miss your smiles and the smell of your perfume.
I’d miss your laughter and how heads turn when you enter the room.
There’s plenty of time for the dyeing later. Not much time to do the living now. So until that other day comes. I shall wake each day and search for your lips and words of love and simply be thankful I’m alive. As I’ve said before, I have Parkinson’s disease, it doesn’t have me. Not today.
Vibro un Sanctum
Oil on canvas
I was once asked to paint how PD made me feel Vibro wa the result of that conversation.
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