Curled up with the flu –
Not even the weather for stew.
Body aching,
Temperature rising –
Feels like I’m dying…

My heath always sacrificed –
Just keep pushing,
Just keep pushing..
No slowing down,
Because if I do..
Honestly, I’ll drown.

A single mother –
Always running late,
With no help or support,
I just have a lot on my plate.
I do my best,
And keep my chin up high,
Getting through life,
Following my mind’s eye.

It gets hard and it takes a toll,
My only comfort,
Me and my bowl.
Got to get that green in me –
Helps me think and clearly see,
Even helps with pain and PTSD.

Life might be hard,
But we will get through..
It just sucks when I get the flu.

© S. Slate 2016

 

Photo Credit: Justine Pretorious

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