Sickness

In the cozy cocoon of a blanket so tight,

I battle the flu in the soft morning light.

With tissues and tea, my faithful allies,

I summon my courage, prepare for the rise.

The coughs may be loud, and the chills might be near,

But within me, a warrior fights off the fear.

With each sip of soup, I gather my strength,

Determined to conquer this illness at length.

A dance with the fever, a waltz with fatigue,

I rest when I must; it’s part of the league.

For healing is patience, a gentle embrace,

And soon I’ll be back to my usual pace.

So I whisper a vow as I snuggle and sip,

This flu won’t defeat me; I’m steadied in grip.

With laughter and love, like a shield all around,

I’ll rise from this battle, healthier and sound.