Medical Furloughs
On years on medical furloughs,
You didn't expect anything,
but writing,
Poetry makes sense of something,
Instead of kidney disease,
And twenty years suffering,
From diabetes,
Every moment
a vigilance against you'reown body,
Every day you watched your food intakes,
Potassium is a villain,
So are phosphorous,
Salts and sugar,
There are strict disciplines,
guidelines,
For their intakes,
And limlts,
So are physicalactivities,
and the inevitables,
dialysis and organ donor,
Side effects
You sleeped with them,
You wake up to them
Like acid reflux,
Eczema and severe itching,
and the stem core,
Waltzing with death's,
Constituents,
Searching ways for answers,
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