The Days

**This is a poem I wrote nearly a decade ago – it was published here in this space back in 2013 after it suffered failure in a Diabetes Poetry contest (the winning submissions far cheerier).

I revisited it, tweaked it, and offer it up to you, once again.**

This photo was taken by me during a week up north in Madawaska, Ontario.
It had been a rough morning of irregular blood sugars and I found myself thinking about this poem.

The Days

Somewhere inside me a sickness lingers, seeping through my pin-pricked fingers;
no trust in my body, faith goes to machine, as I surrender to a secret regime.

Assignment comes not by class, but in type, we run on schedule to keep things tight;
my biology no longer feels organic, with bells and whistles I now sound mechanic.

Robbed of things I will never find, my hands are as shaky as my mind;
what works for some does not for all, yet we form something strangely familial.

Inside communications can frustrate, as it freely flows outside the gate;
with information too complex to understand, I make cautious movements with slight-of-hand.

Some days are low and others high, each one comes as sun to sky;
the peace found there sets me free, to accomplish what they cannot see.

Rows of vials, once full of life, offer little comfort in times of strife;
drawing liquids is a mastered art, not a craft for the faint of heart.

Situations are muddled, no steadfast rules, being weighted down by countless tools;
I take instruction, I hear what they say, but punishment happens anyway.

Life continues despite the woes, with a transparency to distinguish foes;
new breath drawn, in the light of day, we carry on, no matter come what may.

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