What evil disease is this, that would

steal the recognition of a loving daughter from her darling mother’s mind?

With love so strong and infinite, how could

a devoted mother suddenly go so far beyond, leaving a part of her heart behind?

So often you look right through me

as though I’m not here.

And as I wonder when you will again see me,

I become paralyzed with fear.

Each time you look right through me,

a jagged knife plunges into my already shattered heart

because although we’re together, we

couldn’t be further apart.

Although you look right through me

not knowing who I am, I will never forget you

or all that you have done for me.

And I will do everything I can to help you.

Whenever you look right through me,

please know that right here I plan to remain.

Forever by your side I promise I will be,

trying desperately to reunite us once again.

But the truth is – every time you look right through me,

another huge part of me dies.

Forever lost in eternity.

Unseen, like my unheard cries.

© Chrystal Gomes   2012

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No spoken promises now. No

written guarantees

that what once was, will again be so…

and I get down on my knees.

I cling to my memories of yesterday,

dreading the day when uncertain tomorrow comes.

As always, weariness has a say…

and I fall asleep to the sound of fading drums.

I dream such hearty, rose-coloured happiness

that in reality is so hard to feel…

for in this world rules weepy sadness,

diagnosed truth, that makes fear so real.

Fate has no conscience, and it always gets its way.

But when I shut my eyes,

I see only what I want to see. In the grey

abyss between life and death, my spirit lies…

in waiting. A new chapter

of a carefully woven destiny

gently unfolds in silken scenes filled with laughter…

and my soul rejoices, a wronged prisoner finally set free.

By Chrystal Gomes

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As part of the You Can Do This Project, here’s my submission. A little attempted diabetes poetry.

Kerri Sparling June 15, 2011

By Sheila Sheffield Milner December 31, 2010

If you could spend one day in my shoes You would see that life with Parkinson’s offers no clues How every effort is a tremendous chore From dressing each day to merely walking across the floor

One moment I feel good and move with a breeze Then suddenly my body shakes and I start to ‘freeze’ The shaking and strange movements aren’t just an act It is part of my life now, a documented fact

I didn’t ask for this disease and often question God “Why was I chosen for this? Why do I feel so odd?” “Why do people talk about me or be so quick to judge?’ I need their encouragement ~ when I struggle to give me a nudge

My spirit is strengthened by the motto “to find a cure” I’ll wait with hope, prayerful that’s for sure For a television report or a newspaper article of interest Of a new medicine or procedure to make life the easiest

As my family and friends share their love and concern The doctors ease my pain by teaching me ways to learn To handle the frustrations that I face every hour of every day To help me endure the stumbling blocks I face along the way

Sometimes I need reminding that faith has it [...] continue the story