What am I becoming?
What is becoming me?
Face - forgotten how to smile
Mouth - learning to gape and drool
Body forgetting how to move, relax or pee,
And don’t think about making it through the night!
What am I becoming or what is becoming me?
These questions hound me
But... there, lurking among the fears
I see that the old me is being expanded
In ways only intense lives can bear
I am being deepened into a channel for tenderness and care
And in my heart I am not rigid and I am not numb,
Because this softening has made me strong
And I am bigger, bolder and emptier with every passing day
The more I love the more I am love
and the more love I can give away.
Indeed Tim, let our humanity be the last thing it takes.
I love this, you have found a way of expressing the good things that come from Parkinson's without sounding trite- fantastic.