sick days

sick days

A Poem by DecentlyOkayWriter
"

aches don't seem so bad when there are warm hands

"
numbing, a tylenol on a rough afternoon
small and inconsequential, seemingly

eyes shut tightly, ruefully 
dull, awful pains. . enduring, somehow

it feels like forever now,
but it's these days that you never remember

mind filled with displeasure
you hate taking sick days

still, there's someone with a careful gaze
you don't want to feel their salty tears

so you stay in bed, wrapped in their cares
aches don't seem so bad when there are warm hands

© 2025 DecentlyOkayWriter


Author's Note

DecentlyOkayWriter
Pardon the nonsense.

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Knowing someone is there makes being sick a little bit better. It's the caring part that acts like medicine itself.

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Added on April 25, 2025
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A Poem by DecentlyOkayWriter