by Lejla Krasnic
And who can remember the words and details
I can only my heart pounds and the fog prevails
The world is getting too small, the sky narrow
My throat becoming stuck, I can barely swallow
And why is it not me instead, why him,
He’s too young, not ready to swim
Mother always said I was the brave one
He’s too soft, truly his mother’s son
My thoughts going back and forth, back and forth,
Can’t find any explanation to bring comfort
How could I have prevented his disease
They can’t see my panic attack and unease
My mother falling to her knees
It’s not bringing any ease
I’m also your daughter
Don’t you hear me stutter?
Get it together,
It will get better
It’s just diabetes, he’s still alive
With our help, he can even thrive
And even though it’s been three years,
When he says his sugar is low, I get the freeze
He learned to live with it, and I moved away
But I have to move on, at least till holiday
Lejla Krasnic is a psychology student at LaGuardia Community College. She wrote this poem several years ago as her first and only piece of creative writing. Her poem reflects personal experience, focusing on anxiety, family, and responsibility. Although she does not regularly write poetry, this piece remains meaningful to her as a way of expressing a difficult moment.
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