Exercise is the only way to slow Parkinson’s Disease - A Poem.

Though Parkinson’s whispers, a thief in the night,

I’m learning to fight it, exercise brings light.

With every punch thrown, every mile that I ride,

I carve out my story, my courage, my pride.

Many days this week, I've pushed through the haze,

Boxing my fears in a flurry of rays.

Each jab is a strike at the shadows that loom,

A testament written in sweat, not in gloom.

Then comes the bike, wheels spinning like dreams,

Riding through landscapes, where freedom redeems.

The wind in my face, a song on the breeze,

Each pedal a promise, each turn brings me ease.

So here’s to the battles that shape who we are,

To the strength found in motion, no matter how far.

With laughter and grit, I embrace every day,

In the dance of my journey, I’ll find my own way.