Parkinson’s positive poetry,
Hard for folks to understand,
Constant shaking and twisting,
Resting tremor in my hand.
Hunched, not standing straight,
Ungainly walk, no poise at all,
Gone is graceful balance,
Unsteady, prone to fall.
Some people feel uncomfortable,
Can’t cope, shy away from me,
I’m not contagious, nor insane,
They don’t care to stop and see.
The problem doesn’t lie with me,
It’s completely in their hands,
Whilst keeping a distance,
Their unwitting guilt demands.
It’s hard to inform and educate,
Someone who just won't hear,
Afraid of what they do not know,
Ignorance, governed by fear.
by Elaine Benton ©