how I learned to love being feverish Poem, by -DR, at My poetic side

Sickness, oh the miserable sickness

The light kind that springs up from

God knows where or why.

It is this sickness, that made me stay home,

Day by day, coughing up green stuff and god knows what else

But it is this sickness, this feverish torment

That allowed me to take time for myself

For you see, since this morning

in feverish, dream-state fervor:

I picked up a crochet needle,

I have drawn works of charcoal,

I have finished a book,

I have planned out my summer,

Planted roses that will live for-ever,

And written pages of poems

I have been blessed with the time to do the things i love

Without the stress of having to do the things I hate.

Now, do you understand, why we should think

That sickness is not torment, but a beloved Fate?

Comments +

sorenbarrett May 12th, 2025 11:47
All things have a positive side. A wonderful poem that is thought provoking
Poetic Licence May 12th, 2025 13:07
A lovely write highlighting there is a positive side to everything if you take the time to find it, enjoyed the read

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how I learned to love being feverish