PD poet

Sometimes I feel as though I’m trapped in a cage,
It fills me with anger, resentment and rage;
This cage it is made of my own flesh and bone,
It’s worse than any made of wood, steel or stone.

My limbs will all tremble as if I’m nervous or cold,
I no longer write, hands won’t do as they’re told;
My feet, they are heavy and make me walk slow,
My face a blank canvas, no expressions will show.

I want to still show you I love you and care,
But all you can see is a cold lonely stare.
You must always ask me to repeat what I’ve said;
My speech is much slower than what I’ve thought in my head.

I want to run to your arms and embrace,
But my feet won’t move I’m frozen in place;
You’re there to catch me if I stumble and fall;
You stand there beside me and give me your all.

You’ve seen me through the good and the bad,
You’ve been there to cheer me when I’ve felt blue and sad;
When my battle is over and it’s time to go,
Know you’ve always meant more than I could ever show.

Remember how we danced with style and with grace
Remember the smile that you always brought to my face
Remember my nature and my soft spoken ways
Remember our walks on the warm summer days
Remember my laughter and how badly I’d sing
Remember the comfort my embrace would bring
Remember the love we’ve share through the years
Remember my touch as away I wiped your tears
Remember how I’d run my hands through your hair
Remember the things for you I’d won at the fair
Remember these for me and the day we first met
For there’s a fog in my head that may make me forget
This illness slowly grows worse day by day
Changing and stealing who I once was away
My touch is no longer as steady and firm
It’s hard to do things that as a child I did learn
I’m locked inside as my body slowly shuts down
Even when happy my face wears a frown
Sometimes I see and hear what’s not there
Or in anger lash out at those for whom I do care
Please forgive me if I’m no longer the same
It may seem an excuse or the passing of blame
But this new person you see is not me
It’s something created by this lousy PD.

When my voice finally fails me;
The words “I Love You” no longer reach your ears.
Will you still see their meaning?
And hear their tones in the silence of my tears?
When my legs no longer hold me;
No longer can I walk by your side.
Will you still stand beside me?
Or push my chair with pride?
When my arms no longer hold you;
No more can you feel their warm embrace.
Will you still see their strength?
When you look upon my face?
When my hands stop working;
No longer combing through your hair.
Will you still feel their gentle touch?
In a caress which is no longer there?
When my face becomes frozen;
From my eyes all you see is a cold icy stare.
Will you still see beyond them?
And know the love and warmth that’s still there?
As my body slowly betrays me;
No longer allowing me to show the love I’ve shown for years.
Will you still feel the warmth?
And hear the love from the silence of my tears?