Healing

 I used to melt down when I got sick,

Today I face the discomfort with open arms,

Taking forward action to better my health,

Knowing it will pass and embracing all emotions.

Through sickness with faith it becomes clearer,

Even when the overactive mind wants control,

Facing surrender as a form of healing.

When inner peace is more productive than tasks.

Even laughing at this pain,

With my eyes red due to fever,

The body aches of chills.

Accepting the sensations as a purge,

Loving myself in this midst of hardship.

Sitting with myself as the kindest doctor; love.