Not quite, mentally.
Waves of impediments,
Impaired my armaments.
Sick, virus, pain, physical.
Rest, healing, mental.
Life puts a hiatus in my mess,
Came back in a mantle of battle,
Glowing, ready to fight,
The on-going battle of life.
Being sick is a physical beat-down,
But a mental rejuvenation,
It is a gesture that your body emits,
“you need rest.”
Sleeping for more than 24 hours straight,
Thinking about more to nothing,
Letting my mind have a full rest,
Resetting my grit into a solid goal.
I am back,
Replenished of the lost repose that
My body deserved.