Ill
Tea
it sooths my throat
Soup
flavors my tongue
Ice cream
forbidden
At night, the pain wakes me up.
At morning, the pain tortures me.
Morphine to ease the pain, I deny it.
'Toughen out', I say to myself. 'It's only a cold.'
YOU are not going to die for a cold.
As OTHERS have died for cancer, AIDS, or other fatal diseases.
Or as OTHERS have died in physical torture for their country, domestic abuse, or other violent homicides.
I'm weak not only physically but spiritually.
The illness I detest is
THE ONE THAT WEAKENS THE SPIRIT.
