pARTkinson

Blurring The Lines

Orange lights progress to dim

when inevitable blue furtively slips in

Shake it up! Mix the two

Exploded Sacral

light starts with shadows

and ends with a silver string 

I'm a woman, a partner, a parent, a friend, a daughter, a sister, an artist

who

struts, loves, mentors, laughs, supports, leaps

beyond the challenges you give me

female, gay, parkinson, human

layered

symphonically

So goodbye yellow brick road

where dreams hug my body with home

For I’ve finally decided my future thrives

We celebrate light, dim or bright, colored or white.

And for all those absent, synapses singing silent night 

The weight of my future is heavy today as I leave my 30s. I am grateful for everything in my now that brings dancing light into cruel dark chasms of my brain.

My family who always provide a foundation to fall softly on;

My friends, the exceptional ones, who keep me laughing and care when I stop;

To art and wine and music and dancing. For giving me a home where I feel most me. 

And to Parkie, for making me work hard and fight for anything that is worth anything. 

My hand failed me in my pursuit to shoot summer's long, kiss goodnight.

But with shaky fortitude, I discovered a fiery passion bleeding its way through my lens, begging me to see the art gifted in the dark moments when the dopamine disappeared.