A Legacy

Amid the crowd
And all the stimulation
Anxiety begins to mount
Triggering that tremor
And limiting my choice.

A busy Sunday filled
With happiness
Friends and feasting
Food in plentiful abundance

And yet I cannot trust this
Unsteady hand
To deliver morsel
To my mouth

The shaking in full swing
A balanced plate
Is not an option
Trying harder never helps
A phantom feeling
Tries to speak.

None know the cause
There is no cure
It is encoded in my genes
This sly companion
Insisting that I leave unfed.

 

– jml (9/2003)