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Thursday, August 28, 2014

after illness

the corners tilt a bit
my legs are weak
and peripheral vision spins
in a spiral of blurred patterns
days and nights of pain
have left me weary
fuzzy around the edges
muscles creak and protest
the insults of viral invasion
oh so slow
the rebound
not a rebound
a creeping
a crawling
a long climb up the mountain
to where the sun shines