Ode to my pancreas

Five years old, no pants, insulin injection, cool shirt 

Remember how last post I said I wanted to share some of my creative writing? Welp!

Here is a poem I wrote for our first writing assignment, "Ode to a Body Part." I decided to write about my pancreas, because I am a type one diabetic and I have a lot of feelings about it. If you're wondering what type one diabetes is, you should really google it. It's different from type two diabetes. It's something I don't always like to talk about, but it has brought some goodness into my life. For example, the camp I go to every summer is exclusively for people with T1D, and it's where I met my boyfriend and two of my very best friends. Here's my poem:

My illness seeps through my skin

The sick inside leaks all the way to my fingertips

A cluster of little brown spots on my ring finger

Each one a kiss from the lancet device

My rotten organ blooms in the bruises on my thighs

Purple and yellow reminders of yesterday’s shots.

A tiny computer sits silent on my arm

The medical tape is peeling, itching

Ripping it off will only make it worse.

I can try to ignore my broken pancreas,

But my body is screaming It’s name.  




Love, Maisie