Backwards from a fever

I’ve been in bed. In the bath.  Drinking tea.  Trying to get well.

I need to learn to manage my time better.

Sick is the body’s way of saying slow down.

I’ve been going and going and going.

Crashing into this fever means days of strange dreams,

restless rest, and learning to do things slower.

I’m tired again.  So it’s back to bed.

Learning this time how to stay well before the fever.


About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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2 Responses to Backwards from a fever

  1. Those dreams I look forward too, because it’s a great way to experience new ideas and maybe a poem will present itself….”THE DREAM”.


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