I had a dream last night
Dreaming about tomarrow.
And while the needle, jammed into my flesh
Demands that fantasy, mix with pain
I'll still believe in Tomarrow.
Bittersweet, this nightly transendence
Into the mind's eye
Leaving the cares, the sorrows, the tears behind
But dreams don't stop reality from rushing in
Like an icy wave, slapping against the naked chest
Taking your breath away.
Wide awake- the pain now has a name
An infusion set gone south.
Yank cannula from leg,
And as bright red blood spurts against the once-white sheets
(Old Faithful-look at that gusher!!!)
the stress of the dream melts away.
Well, since I'm already awake, might as well check the o'le blood sugar
After changing the bedclothes.
No high, no low, graces that early morning scene.
132 mg/dl- precisely where it should be.
And yet, I marvel at the abilitity of diabetes
To steal shut-eye in another unusual way.
Sometimes, I know I have diabetes (in my dreams)
it manifests itself by frantic eating (lows)
and drinking water (highs)
Some weird form of ESP, no doubt
but this dream was just a sense of un-nameable pain
that I couldn't fix, couldn't help, couldn't wake up from.
I think that dreams,(be they subconsious, or conscious) in general, must cope with
said "thorns in the flesh"
reality bites, but life's like that.
They must coexist- you may never be a millionaire, might not make it to 100.
(statistically speaking,just not likely to happen)
Yin and Yang- pleasure and pain.
Because you can't stop dreaming, even if you wanted to.