Endurance

 In a summer long ago,

I learned the nature of poetry.

It’s not simple like some say so.

In truth, it’s not so pretty.

Poems emerge from many words—

Words wielding mighty force.

But in their power you find the nerve

To face the trials—life’s natural course.

For in that summer long gone by,

I heard the word that pierced through me.

Family, friends, caretakers by side,

They thrust the word—diabetes.

Poetry is not mere beauty in life.

It is enduring—even pain so rife.