I have a little monster
I take wherever I go
He makes me do things I don’t want
Like shake and walk real slow
***
I have this little monster
It was a gift, a blessing you see
I didn’t ask for it, wasn’t shopping around
But it was left on my brain’s doorstep, quite anonymously.
***
At first I wanted to send it back
Refuse the gift given to me
I’ll toss it out – I’ll throw it away
But alas, it was mine to keep.
***
Little Monster makes me do crazy things
And feel a little crazy too
He makes me sleepy, move a little slower
Doesn’t let me always do what I want to do.
***
Somedays I want him off my back
Far away, never to be heard of again
But I’ve learned to turn Little Monster
From a monster into a new kind of friend.
***
Little Monster has allowed me to see
Suffering and sorrow in a different way
And how the pain Little Monster brings
Affects its recipients from day to day.
***
Little Monster stays quiet in a little pocket
Deep inside my head
Some people never see him
Some people have seen him, or so they’ve said.
***
I can see him and feel him and touch him
For he’s with me every day
Staring back at me in the mirror
Reminding me this is not a game.
***
But I play this card called ‘My Life’
Putting everything in it I’ve got
All my resources, my time, my everything – all
It’s not much, but I call it a lot.
***
Someday I will take Little Monster from my brain pocket
Set him down, and as he’s staring back at me
I’ll say enough is enough, good riddance to you
You’ve taken enough of my energy.
***
Then I’ll pull up my foot and slam it back down
Smashing the pejeepers out of that little guy
Because when all is over and everything’s been done
It’s who you are in your heart and not what’s making you shake outside.
***
I may have PD, but it doesn’t have me
That’s my new motto in life for today
I’ll live however I can, give what I can with what I’ve got
And thank God for whatever comes my way.
***
© 2007 Sherri Woodbridge
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