DEPTHS OF DESPAIR by Carol B. Meenen

I feel like I am fading--I am so weak.
My breathing is very shallow.
I can hardly breathe or speak,
And I must not even try to swallow.

I am slowly drifting downward,
But I will not give up the fight.
I only want to move forward,
And know things will be all right.

I just take each day as they come
Be it good, bad or indifferent.
And try to deal with each symptom,
Because we know it is imminent.

The Parkinson's disease is progressing,
And I need encouragement and love.
It can really become depressing
Unless you look to the heaven above.

There you will find our Lord and Master
Who will lift us up in silent prayer.
There is really no way any faster
To exit the depths of this awful despair.

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