Answer with a poem...

By Stuart1966 Latest Reply 2013-05-29 21:46:03 -0500
Started 2013-03-22 17:12:50 -0500

I loathe with every fiber of my being this evil beast. I have stood watch at the mouth of this proverbial cave and tried my entire life to keep this sleeping dragon within it. I and others who have loved, cared for me have stood watch and done battle endless times to prevent its escape.

It is an ancient, reeking beast with huge claws, and wicked teeth. It lays in slumber in the darkness like the dragons of childhood fairy tales. When it awakens beware. It cares nothing for my alacrity, my watchfulness. It tries to escape and kill, set fire to the world…if it is able. I fight to keep it where it belongs as have others who stood this ~watch~ before and beside me. For brief times I have been granted sweet relief, as others stood in my place allowing moments of rest.

Forty years, I have fought to keep it "contained" and have succeeded most days. My armor is dented, broken and in many places my sword is badly notched. I say plainly that I am weary beyond endurance and belief but I still stand and will fight…

I wrote this many years ago, and have tinkered with it since. Apologies if some may have seen it before. Express your diabetes with a poem/metaphor. Respond to mine with a poem of your own, if you'd like…

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old biker
old biker 2013-03-23 08:26:28 -0500 Report

William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank what ever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winched nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gait
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

Lentyl 2013-03-23 08:38:52 -0500 Report

Lovely poem. Henley did not have an easy life suffering from tuberculosis, having his left leg amputated below the knee because of that disease and then later his 5-year—old daughter died. He finally succumbed to tuberculosis at the age of 53. The last two lines are especially poignant. Thank you for posting it. Lentyl

old biker
old biker 2013-03-23 09:00:47 -0500 Report

I committed Henley's words to memory years ago. It has been a constant friend, companion and inspiration to me. In my most darkest and pain filled hours

Lentyl 2013-03-23 09:50:21 -0500 Report

First congratulations on memorizing such a long poem. I'm not sure that I could have done that and that you have found strength and support with it. Thomas Carlyle wrote a poem that I've always enjoyed: So here hath been dawning another blue day. Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away. There are times when the blue day dawns and it slips useless away because I have lost energy. Remembering his words though helps me to grab the boot straps once again. God Bless you old biker. Lentyl.

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