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I have been at peace with my life all day
Then something happened to take it away
It starts very slowly and I try to ignore it
Much to my dismay I have to admit
It is there in my body, and won’t go away
Unfortunately the same as any other day.
I just want to sit and peacefully sew
But it’s taking me over, that much I know.
Listening to music doing my sewing
The feelings deep inside me are growing.
“Be strong, don’t let it take control”
I try to fight it with all my soul.
My fingers won’t go where I want them to,
“Don’t let it get the better of you”.
My peace was shattered again today
By the shaking disease that takes it away.
I don’t want to make you feel sorry for me
“Que sera sera” What will be will be.
This is the cross I was given to bear
Though I have given many a silent prayer
I can still carry on with many a task
But occasionally still I have to ask
“Why was my peace shattered today”
When I was just sitting, doing OK.
I feel like a pianist without his hands
My body won’t do what I demand
Just like a singer without a voice
I have to give in to it, I have no choice.
Like an artist without his paint
Stop what I’m doing without complaint
Like the marathon runner who gets cramp
Have to give in now, not today’s champ.
I know this will happen every day
But each time it happens I feel the same way.
I am not here feeling sorry for myself
One again my sewing gets put on the shelf.
I’ll find something else to occupy me
Without this inside me how would my life be?
Surely I’m not complaining if I simply say
“My peace was shattered again today.
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