Dblog 2

Poetry you say?

 

Highs and lows

they come and go.

Always expected to be ok

Can never let any of it show.

‘You don’t look ill’

is what they say

but they don’t live my life

they don’t know my day.

No, you can’t see it

But then I guess you might.

Purple eyes and black pircked fingers

with every day bringing a new fight.

Highs and lows

they come and go

but diabetes remains

a weakness I can never show.

 

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