Just when I think I’ve got it, I don’t.

Just when I think I’ve totally screwed up, I didn’t.

It makes sense, but it doesn’t.

One variable, two variables…

or none at all.

It’s a constant battle to stay balanced.

A fight to do it “right”.

I’m tired of the endless mess.

But I still want to be here.

So I’m here, yet another day.

Sunshine or rain

I’m fighting through

Hour by hour, minute by minute

Because though I have diabetes,

Life is so much more.