A poem
Originally published here: https://medium.com/an-idea/the-sickness-cb9e70c09764

I’ve lain here a week in pain in suffering, my body is not my own
I cannot sleep, yet unable to function
It’s wasteful, time is precious, I can make no use of it…
The cramps in my legs have flung me around like a ragdoll, trembling aching, back and forth, just trying to find some peace
There is no peace.
The thudding in my skull reverberates through every molecule of my being
I am too cold
No, too hot
No focus, everything swims and spins, bobbing in an invisible sea
The darkness is my only friend, it’s softness eases the pain
And I lay in this turbulent ocean, waiting for the calm
And just when it feels hopeless
It comes.