Diagnosis

Day 4 of 90 Days of Poetry

The waiting room fell silent,

As the doctors news sank in.

Was my life really over,

Before it had a chance to begin?

Stolen looks of pity,

A tear or two of shame,

Now partially identified,

By a medical surname.

My future plans all shattered,

My world turned upside down,

As my dreams of serving my country,

Came crashing into the ground.

What was I supposed to do,

As opportunity closed its door?

A fighter without a purpose ,

Isn't a warrior anymore.

Lashing out in fits of anger,

With no real one to blame,

For this genetic diagnosis ,

My internal curse and maim. 

Five shots a day,

Blood tests even more,

Pills upon pills to take,

With no hope for a cure.

It was easier to not care,

So I didn't bother to try,

Instead I just gave up,

And let my body slowly die.

Then one day I awoke,

To such a paralyzing pain,

It was a moment of realization,

That death was calling my name.

Rushed into intensive care,

Fading in and out,

Suddenly I knew I was mistaken,

In what life was really about.

Blurs of doctors, needles, and machines,

Three whole days dreamed by.

Bed surrounded by worried family and friends,

Praying that I wouldn't die.

Somehow I made it through,

Although I am not proud,

I'm grateful for the opportunity,

A second chance to hang around.

Sometimes it takes something drastic,

For us to be able to see,

That life is about our choices,

And recognizing how blessed we can be.

My eyes are now open,

My resolve has changed,

I choose to  live a life fulfilled,

Not one defined by a medical surname. 

Author's Note

This is a poem dedicated to the mistakes I made after being diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.

Reviews

[Pure Innocence]

Tear jerker... This is so touching and I am glad that a second chance was given to you so that you could show all the other people out there that you do not have to give up. Beautiful piece, well done.

[br.reed]

Lol thank you :) I'm glad I grew and overcame this too.