Published on Mar 5, 2013
Poet/artist Gary Turchin’s moving story of his journey with Parkinson’s disease, and how creativity is his first line of defense and best medicine.
Published on Mar 5, 2013
Poet/artist Gary Turchin’s moving story of his journey with Parkinson’s disease, and how creativity is his first line of defense and best medicine.
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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Uploaded on May 16, 2008
TVO’s Person 2 Person Interview, Paula Todd with Stand-Up Comedienne Chrystal Gomes about living with Multiple Sclerosis.
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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