Poem -

My hands are shaking

My hands are shaking

My hands are shaking 
as the pen scribbles 
these words
Emotions 
can have 
an effect 
on one 
physically...

Is it fear
sorrow
joy
or
anger
that has driven
me to write
as though
I am a 
victim
of Parkinson’s
disease?

For this piece
i will leave
the reader
to 
wonder
as every
stated emotion
could have the
same
effect
depending
on
the
circumstance

excuse me 
my shaking
caused me
to spill 
my
Coffee 

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Angel

You are welcome angel

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Elisa336

I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease four years ago. For over two years, I relied on Levodopa and several other medications, but unfortunately, the symptoms kept getting worse. The tremors became more noticeable, and my balance and mobility started to decline quickly. Last year, out of desperation and hope, I decided to try a herbal treatment program from NaturePath Herbal Clinic.Honestly, I was skeptical at first, but within a few months of starting the treatment, I began to notice real changes. My movements became smoother, the tremors subsided, and I felt steadier on my feet. Incredibly, I also regained much of my energy and confidence. It’s been a life-changing experience I feel more like myself again, better than I’ve felt in years.If you or a loved one is struggling with Parkinson’s disease, I truly recommend looking into their natural approach. You can visit their website at www.naturepathherbalclinic.com
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