Sick

This piece was written when I was really sick on a late night last October, Entitled Sick. enjoy:

They have no idea how lucky they are, him holding her as she’s holding him
She’s sick but in each other’s company, they laugh and they smile
I smile

Aisle one, robutussin, $7.50 cough and cold for adults only

Cold season…
It’s that can’t really breathe right, chest wheezing, muscles too tight to configure
This disconnect between the you that I once simultaneously admired, hated, loved,
And the I, still trying to find a remedy

My voice is Raspy and my throat is sore, like the friction in our relationship
I start to speak but the end of my words start to lose sound
Like the inconclusive ways our fights would always end in

Phlegm fills my lungs and as I exhale it reminds me of the energy I’ve exhausted
And every time I inhale it’s a fight to regain all the
Reasons I live for, the passions I fight for, the I love to be alive type of feelings I lost
In the course of this sickness

I know I will heal; I just need to keep taking my medication, two doses of integrity,
Two doses of I know I deserve better, two doses of I love myself unconditionally per day.

My doctor once said that the more one hurts, the higher the capacity for one to love
Somewhere, sometime he is probably feeling the same symptoms.