Poetry: My Soapbox
Type 1 Diabetes has ruled my life for almost 3 years now.
Every moment, thought, and dream revolves around what my condition will allow.
At first, I fought against it all day.
I refused to believe that my diabetes will never go away.
Then, I found a coping mechanism.
Writing my poems became a form of activism.
Like a switch went off, suddenly my poems were eveything.
They were a way for me to bring
My experience to any
Who would just listen to one of my many
Poems vividly describing the life of a Type 1 Diabetic.
No longer were my poems meant to be merely an aesthetic
Delight, they now served a purpose.
A way to shine a light on us:
Those who fight this awful disease
And never have a moment where their minds are at ease.
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