I was introduced today to a young man who has Parkinson's disease. He
shared a poem he had written with me. I explained about the
Parkinson's Digest and asked if I could post his poem here. He was
very happy to find a place that he could communicate his feelings. I
hope soon he will be able to get on line via a friend of his, but in
the mean time here is a poem by A. Luke Kraus.
Sylvia
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UNKNOWN SOUL
Deep in ones soul
Unknown to yourself or others:
a glimpse of ones self - not there - barely
a memory, trying hard to hang on.
All alone - no one to share - so distant, no one to care.
Friends and family sometimes try to help - but they don't
really understand.
It's still me, can't anyone see:
pity is not what I seek, just your love
and trust to let me be.
Unknown thoughts - pressure abounds:
absorbing, controlling, limiting, but not quite destroying,
or not, who you are or were.
Unknown to yourself, deep in ones soul a inner flame glows -
flickering at times trying to stay a flame, and regain,
maintain, possibly remain
For the unknown soul doesn't think, it adapts, tries to relieve
when troubles, we perceive will over come us, don't
succeed.
Deep in yourself your soul cries within, unable to comprehend,
that for some, life is hard and sometimes cruel. But
you take what you get and make do - knowing that one day
you'll be free to just be yourself!
A. Luke Kraus
