I had a dream last night
Dreaming about Tomarrow.
And while the needle, jammed into my flesh
Demands that fantasy, mix with pain
I still believe in Tomarrow.
Bittersweet, this nightly transendence
into the mind’s eye
Leaving the cares, the sorrows, the tears
But dreams don’t stop reality from rushing in
Like an icy wave, slapping against the chest
Taking your breath away.
Wide awake- the pain now has a name
An infusion set gone south.
Yank from leg,
And as blood spurts against the sheets
the stress of the dream melts away.
Well, since I’m already awake, might as well check the o’le blood sugar
After changing the sheets.
No high, no low, graces that early morning scene.
132 mg/dl- precisely where it should be.
And yet, I marvel at the abilitity of diabetes
To steal shut-eye in another unusual way.
Sometimes, I know I have diabetes (in my dreams)
it manifests itself by frantic eating (lows)
and drinking water (highs)
but this dream was just a sense of un nameable pain
that I couldn’t fix, couldn’t help, couldn’t wake up from.
I think that dreams, in general, must cope with said “thorns in the flesh”
reality bites, but its how the world works.
They must coexist- you may never be a millionaire, might not make it to 100.
(statistically speaking, not likely to happen)