What does it really matter
Where this darn illness splatters.
I thought I needed to know
Which way it was to go.
The truth is; it is who I am
I am a true Ataxian.
Along with Distonia too
Parkinson’s, really? boo hoo.
I will shake when I’m anxious
I will tremor like a speeding bus.
Swallowing can be difficult
Choking is all up and out.
Falling is my expertise
Please don’t touch me; if you please.
If I don’t smile when I walk around
It’s because I don’t want to fall to the ground.
So I guess life will be what it will be
I have support and family around me.
Support groups; I run to a lot
I can cry and whine like a snot.
Forgive me for being my new me
The old one was tossed out to sea.
Just let me know you are still my friend
Because for you; my ears and love I still give.
Photo taken by myself.