Sugar that Kills

poem about diabetes and the thin line all diabetics walk.

Sugar Kills

Everyone comprehends the physical pain
The drops of blood red against my skin
Of the pokes, pricks, and prodding that is my existence

But it is not my life
My dreams of the future
My plans from the past

I shoot up to my health, to my future
That holds travel, husband, children and home
But what happens when I quit my addiction?

Nothing immediate

But 20 years forward, it silently comes
Kidneys fail, feet and arms long since gone
Beauty lost, surrounded by darkness, seeing without eyes

Sliding doors, choices
The other side of this twin,
Both evil

Too much is a bad thing
A starved child in my mind
Food becomes gold
Teddy grahams, riches beyond imagination
Sugar that kills becomes sugar that saves

My drug is my cure
My drug is my curse