Midnight and Low Blood Sugars

 Sleep lightly else you die.

Listen to the Dexcom and the voice within,

You're dying, but not dead;

Caught in limbo

Forever. 

The bed is warm so why leave?

Sitting here and dying isn't a win-win,

But sugar just prolongs the headstone. 

Pain is sudden, fierce, awakening

You're slipping,

Falling,

Stumbling down the hall

Towards relief and reality.

Weakened by earlier's hesitation

Hating why you sat still,

Why you thought death was warm

And welcoming. 

It's cold and heartless

Torturous. 

Time is a struggle of survival 

Until the sweet nectar runs its course.

Your sweating and praying that you live,

That forgiveness for hesitation is real.

Eventually, the blood is sweet and safe

Relief is washing over. 

Another night of death is repulsed.

Your alive and ready for what sleep remains,

But tomorrow night it will repeat. 

Each night you struggle to avoid the pit

And fight the intensity of highs and lows. 

Type One Diabetes is a ride with a ghostly driver,

Eternally. 

There's nothing else to do, but take the crashes 

 Wake up to deal with them,

And hope that you don't die.