Hidden beneath
- Darrell Troon
- Mar 18
- 1 min read
Updated: May 16
Lend me your eyes
And I’ll show you a face
A blank expression
Looking quite out of place
But hidden beneath
Is the man that I was
Smiling inside
Lend me your ears
And listen to me
Though my voice may be fading
Whispering me
Hidden in silence
Is the man that I was
Shouting loudly inside
Lend me your feet
And walk with me
My walk is a shuffle
If I stumble, catch me
Hidden in my shoes
Is the man that I was
Walking for miles
Lend me your hand
Can you see how mine shakes
It’s these tremors
That gives my disease away
Hidden in my hands
Is the man that I was
Creative and strong
Lend me your heart
And I’ll share my song
With every note I play
I’m where I belong
But deep in the verses
Is the man that I am
Hi Darrell, with your permission I would like to post your poem on our social media pages as part of Parkinson's awarenss month. There is no pressure but I'd be grateful if you could reply with a yes or a no.
Thanks Ali
Nice job indeed mate, I agree with the other comments.
I really enjoyed this and I can relate to it, very moving, but try and stay strong. You still are the man you once were, and you are still have a lot to give.as you’re writing clearly shows .stay strong Darrell,this is good stuff 👍
Strikes a chord- well describes that feeling of my inner spirit bearing witness to the gradual erosion of my physical capacity.
Wow, the simplicity and rhythm, makes the message even more powerful. Love it.