There is no intermission
No curtain call,
No dimming lights,
Just numbers glowing in the dark.
It’s lows after midnight,
Math before breakfast,
And alarms that do not care
If I am tired.
They say “manage it”
Like it’s a planner
Like it fits into neat boxes
But it lives outside the lines
It bleeds into every moment
I don’t think I am as afraid
Of the highs and lows
As I am afraid
Of never getting a break.
The constant awareness
The counting
The calculating
The quiet fear of getting it all wrong
- Female, 17 y/o
- Diabetes, Type I
