Diabetes – My Beautiful Disaster
There is no knowing
when you hear those words spoken,
“Your body, we can’t
repair, you will remain broken.”
What this would touch
was a mystery to me,
They said it may disable
or kill… we shall see.
The years, they
slipped by and yet there was nothing,
The admissions, the
warnings, they must have been bluffing.
I’m invincible you
see, with a layer so strong,
You can tear it down, but I will build it up, though I know that it’s wrong.
“She won’t accept or
apply or attend” they said,
“This girl, she’s too
stubborn and full of neglect.”
But what clouded my
thoughts were those words once spoken,
“Your body, we can’t
repair, you will remain broken.”
More years, more admissions,
more avoiding the concern,
Then one day it hit,
it was time for my turn.
“You’ll be blind
within the year” they said, as I lay on a table,
Their masked faces above
me, poised with tools, I was unstable.
I drifted away,
sleeping soundly as they worked,
Waking to the pain,
and a weak voice that once lurked.
“You need to control
this, you need to get better,”
“Don’t hold yourself back,
it’s now or never.”
Alongside that voice
was another much stronger,
“Don’t let them
control you, you’ll be free no longer”.
Remember those words
that were once spoken,
“Your body, we can’t
repair, you will remain broken.”
The months, they
passed by, I was reluctant at first,
It’s not fair, why
me, why had I been cursed.
I resented my body,
my thoughts and my actions,
But I needed to
fight, face my fears, escape distractions.
The years they passed
by, no blindness in sight,
Had I won a small
battle, had I lead the fight.
The fear resides inside
me, the tales spoke the truth,
I wish I’d
acted sooner, before exhausting my youth.
I took a stormy
journey, filled with disappointment and blows,
But on the other side
of this disaster is a beauty that grows.
And so, to those
words that were once spoken,
It’s my body, it’s my
fight and your words… they can be broken.
Ninjabetic x