nine months old
still very young
wondered why me?
Long nights of crying,
many bottles of water,
what is going wrong?
Shot after shot,
prick after prick,
toes bruised
from the pain.
Mother finding me on the floor,
passed out,
from my pancreas,
not doing its job.
Many hospital visits,
worry after worry
when would this end?
Failing tests,
missed recitals,
when can i take a breath?
Tubing and sites,
insulin pump attached,
when will i be free?
Leaving sleepovers,
feel worthless,
when could i be normal again?
Thoughts whirled in my mind,
Why me?
God you did this
not to punish me
but to make me stronger.
To Find faith in you,
to find the love,
to find the comfort.
Raising money,
feeling loved,
there will be a cure soon.
mommy and daddy,
telll me,
that one day,
it will be wiped away forever.
