Illness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Illness



Incessantly sending love throughout our lives, caring about
someone special is very difficult when they're ill for a
long time.

Waiting is unbearable, yet the one lying in bed is too sick
to comprehend, mind boggling, patience wears extremely thin,
how much thinner for the patient though?

Tired, weak, out of sorts, wanting to go home, hospital life
being such a bore,

Plenty of time for thinking and remembering, a mind becomes
filled with thoughts racing back and forth.

Memories can be very trying, causing mental tiredness and a
weary will to keep on going, getting through each new day.

Yet, after getting through it all, thinking is all done, the
fog of depression lifts and a new spirit of will is born.

Each day brings with it a sense of brightness, an airy light-
ness - actually happiness sets in, bringing with it peace of
mind again.

Getting over an illness can be a whole new beginning, a better
life to live.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bhargabi Dei Mahakul 17 October 2014

Each day it brings a sense, it is illness. Although expressed illness still presented in beautiful way. Marvellous work shared on the desk. Nice poem.

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