Eclectic Narratives - Trial of Illness

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When you are ill, when you are weak, when you are sick.

When your body is sore, your mind a fog, and your head congested.

When even walking across the hall is a feat of strength.

When focus seems unthinkable, when effort becomes an unwinnable trial.

When you can do nothing but lie in bed and cough up your lungs.

When you can do nothing but sneeze and battle your congestion.

When work becomes a distant concern and responsibilities are put on hold.

When the new things you wish to invest in must be set aside despite your desires.

When sleep is most desperately needed, yet you struggle to find it.

When you have so much to do, and so much time to do it, yet you simply can’t.

When you are ill, you get just about nothing done.

When you are sick, you will have nothing to show for it.

When you are beset by disease, all you can do is blow your nose and move on.

There is so much you wanted to do, so much you needed to do.

But when you are ill, there is nothing to be done.

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When you are ill, the only thing to do is rest and recovery. The sooner you do that, the sooner you'll be back to full strength.

Author’s Note: Today was supposed to be a new chapter of Maid in Fantasy, but right as I was halfway through the chapter, I got sick. Unfortunately, I had a bunch of important things I needed to get done as well, and I simply couldn’t do most of it while sick, so as I got better, they came first. Even then I missed like three or four days where I was simply too tired and unfocused to write anything of substance, so rather than rush the chapter to completion I wrote this little poem instead and delayed the chapter. It sucks, but it happens.

Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy.