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MwsR Poem (from a Diabetic’s perspective)

What I Know(Diabetic’s thoughts)
By MwsR

It just takes one bite
And my sugar stays high all night.
One can of a regular coke
And feeling tired afterward is no joke.
Want to overeat
But knowing inside it will make my blood sugar peak.
At birthday parties pass up on the cake
Because you hate that “sugar high” headache.
Feeling tired all day long
The food you ate and what kind was all wrong.
Wanting to get in shape
Exercising only with enough calorie intake.
Going out on the town to a favorite food place
Catching the frown you’re given from your loved one’s face.
Being told “You know that is wrong to do”,
But asking them, “And just who the heck are you?”
It’s not thought about
Never easy without a doubt.
Diabetes is a complication and disease
But doesn’t have to bring you to your knees.
Take control, take back your life.
Make it count regardless of any strife.

Hey All!

It has been five months since I was involved in a wreck that left me with broken bones, ribs, three fractures in my pelvis, bruised lung, and a lacerated spleen. I am doing great considering. I was in a wheelchair, then used a walker, then a cane. Today I am happy to report I can walk without any aid. I feel well. I do not constantly have pain associated with that wreck. I sometimes overdo it and feel the strain along places I had injured. I am grateful and thankful that I am intact and mobile. I say all this to say this one important thing…

There will always be some kind of obstacle, some kind of barrier. It is up to us to manuever around, crawl under, or climb that.We all have the capability in one measure or another. Dont give up, never give in.
MwsR

MwsR Writings

To merely exist is a disservice to all who struggle daily to stay alive.
To be indecisive is an injustice to those who gave no choice but to choice in order to just live.
In not giving a forethought we can’t do our best.
Look around you. See things, hear things, and remember the things and experiences you encounter.
In doing so we grow and prosper, by neglecting to see or hear or remember we aren’t going to be much.
MwsR ❤️

Poem by MwsR

Strength by MwsR Writings

The walls I built were never for you, they were for me. The strength it took to keep them erect was much harder than you’d expect. Then one day. many years later, the walls no longer mattered.
It was the strength that I had gained from all of that pain. My world would be forever changed but my heart would live on, go on, and be much more than I’d ever hoped for.
The remnants of the walls remain and sometimes I still sense their presence. I no longer wait with bated breath but with rememberance of what was, what could be.
You’ll never know this because you are not me.
So don’t try to lessen my strength with rumors, you aren’t privy to such a state as mine. I will not run away, or resort to a corner to pine. You will only see what I choose to show you, what I allow. There it is, it is the time and it is now.
Don’t think to hard on this, you will certain be amiss.
Travel on from here, I implore. You don’t belong, not anymore.

MwsR Thoughts

Hey Guys!

I am featured in this week’s poetry publication for Silent Spark Press. Check out all of the wonderful poems that were selected.

Mine is titled “The Quiet In The Room.

https://silentsparkpress.com/products/beautiful-poetry

MwsR Quote

The Quiet In The Room by MwsR

There is something that is greater still

Then moments we have expressed

Some things are left unsaid

All you get are echoes of their clarity

Some are remnants of struggles

Of things that leave us perplexed

Often we don’t even notice until

We are contemplating things while sitting by a windowsill

Extraordinary means to a possible surrender

It would seem

Fragile people with broken wishes

Ones that left them disabled in emotional healing

Because of their heart’s feelings

Somewhere there is a quietness in the room

One that all of this and more, consumes.

Jaded experienced people would not understand

The moments that have occurred and thus lent a hand

In the quietness, you find there,

Find anywhere, honestly.

If you are compounded with a lot of stuff

Remember what is can be returned to dust

None of us should forget

The quieter things get the more people have had regrets

The more peace some may find

You’ll know when it is your time.

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