sick
my body was on fire and there was nothing to do to stop it.
the medicine was already in my system and all I can do now is wait.
wait for it to take action to my body.
to take the pain away that this illness has caused.
to help with my sinuses and clear them up to where I can actually breathe.
yet, when I'm sick,
my body aches and screams,
and it hurts to move a little.
so I cuddle with my blankets and pillows.
and let sleep be my best friend.
a.b.
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PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
