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by Shelley Williams Sep 17, 2015 category : Life, society / other
The Same Vocal Tic The noise echoed inside my head, a nervous tic sent me to bed. Those days the noise would domineer, put in me strain and cause a tear. I open my ears to my own Son, the same vocal tic has just begun. The intrusion of a long time friend, a struggle that I'd like to end. It took my hand, mislead my tongue, Tourette syndrome since I was young. A friend my Son must never keep, it disrupts the day and ruins sleep. The involuntary can't be denied, obsessive counting and you can't hide. I hold my breath with all my might, the tic creeps up and seems to bite. I want the sounds to let me be, the same struggle my Son now see. I noticed once what would not end, the Tourette Syndrome is now his friend. We both struggle to face the day, There is no stop or go away. The relationship may tag along, but every tic will make us strong. © Shelley W. Williams. All The noise echoed inside my head, a nervous tic sent me to bed. Those days the noise would domineer, put in me strain and cause a tear. I open my ears to my own Son, the same vocal tic has just begun. The intrusion of a long time friend, a struggle that I'd like to end. It took my hand, mislead my tongue, Tourette syndrome since I was young. A friend my Son must never keep, it disrupts the day and ruins sleep. The involuntary can't be denied, obsessive counting and you can't hide. I hold my breath with all my might, the tic creeps up and seems to bite. I want the sounds to let me be, the same struggle my Son now see. I noticed once what would not end, the Tourette Syndrome is now his friend. We both struggle to face the day, There is no stop or go away. The relationship may tag along, but every tic will make us strong.
