Sickness is a reminder
Of Winter’s lack of sustenance
So easy to lose control of the body
The nose, head, throat, joints,
Heart, soul…
Trapped in the cage of self
Craving for release and when
Self’s door opens and the fresh air
Beckons on the other side,
Too lazy to lift a finger or toe
The desire is gone, once known
That only cold exists beyond my shelter
Hapless, distorted, nauseous
Staying inside or suffer the cold
Choices not so easily made
Nor when my body is boggled down
By this worm writhing free in me.
I wish to stamp it out, discipline
But no avail, nothing will stop it
So I lay here, cold, unaffected.

Sarah ><>