Everyone comprehends the physical pain
The drops of blood red against my skin
Of the pokes, pricks, and prodding that is my existence
But it is not my life
My dreams of the future
My plans from the past
I shoot up to my health, to my future
That holds travel, husband, children and home
But what happens when I quit my addiction?
Nothing immediate
But 20 years forward, it silently comes
Kidneys fail, feet and arms long since gone
Beauty lost, surrounded by darkness, seeing without eyes
Sliding doors, choices
The other side of this twin,
Both evil
Too much is a bad thing
A starved child in my mind
Food becomes gold
Teddy grahams, riches beyond imagination
Sugar that kills becomes sugar that saves
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