Notes About The Poem
Each day there's a battle going on inside your body.
A Microscopic Cavalry
I ached. Was sore all over my body, my arms, my legs, my core.
My insides, my outsides, my get up and go had got up and gone to a war.
I didn’t know why my strength decided to leave. Leaving me all spent and beat.
Once I could run, laugh, dance all night long but now I just tasted defeat.
Then I questioned the food in my diet; the meat and veg, the grain, dairy, and pieces of fruit.
I drank plenty of water. Drank it each day. And I still felt exhausted, alone, destitute.
So I tried to think clearly. Think of simple solutions, to get me out of that mess.
But my mind, it was cloudy, I couldn’t think straight, my head, it was in so much distress.
Conquered I lay down and wondered about other tired folk, the drained folk all down, out and blue.
That’s when I remembered, their doctor fixed them, giving each of them a shot for the flu.
My arms, my legs, my body, my core were all in a war, a war so miserable, dreadful and tragic.
But the doctor gave me antibodies, a microscopic cavalry. They saved the day by doing their magic.
6th april
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