I have a condition

I don’t expect you to understand 

Yet my intelligence is not aimed to insult yours,

I have an understanding 

Which isn’t aligned to thee

The blind isn’t always evident 

From those who are unable to see.

I have type 1 diabetes

Which is a Chor at times on its own,

We learn to move forward 

And attempt not to drone.

I work in health

And the impacts is not a sympathetic trait,

My condition is my challenge 

And delivers a learnade fate.

When the shakes happen 

And the crave of sugar hits the mind,

The body is struggling 

But you do learn how to survive.

Yours eyes can get blurry

Or your belly feels woozy and weak,

Empathy or understanding 

Which is so rare in today’s society field,

The idea is to make others aware 

And avoid to yield. 

Jason Andrews

(C) copyright 

17th February 2018