If At My End

If at my end

I can contend

I chose to live and love and mend,

My eyes will close

In sweet repose

No need to wrangle or pretend.

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Sick and Grateful

I’m grateful to be sick,

Though it’s not what I would pick.

When there’s nothing I can do,

I can really think things through.

How is it that I live?

Is there more that I can give?

Should I perhaps be more aware

Of my need for more self-care?

It seems my inflammation

Is a chance for meditation.

So while it’s not delightful,

It is certainly insightful.

And I’ll never disrepect

A solid chance to self-reflect.