The Gift with NO Cure

I hate when I wake up lost
Inside my own mind,
Knowing where I am
Seeing but medically blind,

Energy is low
But high enough to see,
Clarity is clouded
Diabetes trying to defeat me,

Stumble to the kitchen
Reaching for something sweet,
Wanting to think clearly
Refusing to be beat,

I hate this retched disease
That God has blessed me with,
Still learning to appreciate life
Accepting each day as a gift