Autobiography of a Disease

I am here.

I am not really where I am.

I am not where I expected I’d be.

Maybe my worst fear is happening.

I’m not really anywhere.

I have no idea where I’m going.

This is Parkinson’s.

Bear with me.

I am changed.

I have not caught up to myself.

I’ve lost sight of who I am.

I don’t recognize myself.

I don’t recognize

the slow movements,

the low volume.

I feel like I’m acting the part.

I feel that way because

I am.

 Photo: “The Look,” painted by Betsy Vierck