Die within
a lifetime.
Be within a way.
Teaspoons of cinnamon…
everyday.
In every little way,
a day
can mean a lifetime,
especially when it's
takin' life away.
Every single day
It's
in my jeans, they say
[In my genes
or in my jeans?
What's the difference anyway…
when the denim
of my whole
slowly fades away?]
Every single day…
in every
single way,
a damaged, little cell
incarcerates my soul,
ironically excluding
everybody else.
I…
keep it to myself
I…
keep it on the shelf-
insulin, syringed.
Coursing
in their vain
while
coursing through my veins
Wishing
it would rain…
within a wall
of skin
But all I do
is let…
everything within
Then everything begins
in dryness
and its course
Through all
I do,
isletted cells
are the most
secreted source;
while the most defeated course
of action
is to breathe
We all die
the more we do it,
but still
I breathe eventually
Because I know
the more I breathe,
the more I have control
of the bitter
of the sweetness
within my heart
and soul.
http://www.diabetes.org/diabetes-basics/?loc=GlobalNavDB
The Guide to Intimacy After Diabetes Complications:
http://www.accessrx.com/resource-center/diabetes-and-intimacy/