I loathe with every fiber of my being this evil beast. I have stood watch at the mouth of this proverbial cave and tried my entire life to keep this sleeping dragon within the darkness. I and others who have loved, cared for me have stood this watch and done battle endless times to prevent its escape.
It is an ancient reeking beast with huge claws, and wicked teeth. It lays in slumber in the darkness like the dragons of childhood fairytales. When it awakens beware. It cares nothing for my alacrity, my watchfulness. It trys to escape and kill, set fire to the world....if it is able. I fight to keep it where it belongs as have others who stood this ~watch~ before and beside me. For brief times I have been granted sweet relief, as others stood in my place allowing moments of rest.
For thirty eight plus years, I have fought to keep it "contained" and have succeeded most days. My armor is dented, broken, shreaded... in many places my sword is badly notched. I say plainly that I am weary beyond endurance and belief but I still stand and will fight...
Comments....? Other metaphors which describe your beast??? For those who have seen this before in the past my apologies.
Stuart
Tags: diabetes, diabetes-metaphor, disease, dragon
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