We all fall down

10/6/16
WRITTEN BY: Wanda Morrow Clevenger
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you might think

the worst is

the enormous effort

to push off the bedspread

put your feet to the floor,

the blank slog

to the pill bottles,

the first glucose

number of the day,

the next

the next,

the never knowing

if it’s a good day

or a bad day,

if the rug you ordered

off Overstock

is too red or

not red enough,

if you’ll ever

summon the

almighty will

to show up

to open mic night

again,

not knowing who

will survive who

but suspecting

a high hard tide

less in your favor,

the falling face-down

again and again,

the crying jags

 

but the worst is

the rampant

oblivious chirping

out every window


Read “The Highs and Lows” poem by Wanda Morrow Clevenger and her harrowing story After They Took My Pancreas.



Wanda Morrow Clevenger

Wanda Morrow Clevenger is a Carlinville, IL native. Over 386 pieces of her work appear in 137 print and electronic publications. She has spent the past three years writing about becoming a Type 1 diabetic and its impact on her daily life.