No one likes to be sick with the flu. The other week the sickness hit me like a ton of brick. A combination of stress and anxiety consumed me and my body said enough is enough. “You need to rest!” As I was resting I wrote this poem! Enjoy!
A tickle in my throat.
A raw sand paper feel anytime I swallow
and my oral glands rub together.
A sniffle only in one nostril
soon to be fill with green and yellow snot
of many textures and levels of goo.
The aches that spread from the chest
and out to each limb,
penetrating to any joint and muscle in its wake.
A sweat that sticks to any blanket or wash cloth
A feeling of burning from the inside out
That you have to take off clothing to
Restore any sort of comfortable temperature state
Usually one sock off and a hoodie on with one sleeve rolled up
A cough that rumbles each rib
Inhaling a gurgle of a phlegm monster rustling
My body saying it’s time to rest
to reset and start a new.
It has past for any sign of subtly
and now it is forcing me
to slow down and unwind.
With this thing called the flu.
Keep kicking and smiling!- TJ Banski