Illness

I say I am ill

They say we know

But I begin to say,

Then they shut me down

I know they care

But it is hard sometimes,

When your body’s bruised

And mind not at ease

I say I am ill

They say Always

That is not fair,

It’s not my fault

I know they care

And it’s just me

I expect too much

When I am at a low

I need to sit back

Reflect and see,

That I am loved

Despite being ill

People hold me close,

In their hearts and minds

They have me in their prayers

In both my highs and lows

Jo Anne Kennedy

February 2016