Illness
Struck down by lightning
you can no longer show yourself in public,
being too ashamed of all infirmities,
your invalidity, your bitter mood,
your anguish and frustration
and, the worst of all, your pains.
It hurts to be forced out of order,
suddenly you feel unworthy of your life,
you can not bear with anything,
and all the things you want to do
you feel completely incapacitated of.
Your only comfort is that it is passing,
just a crisis and perhaps a transformation to improvement,
like all bad things mortal and most temporary,
like transcending death itself.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-22 at 10:41
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