Get well

what it says on the tin. a friend is ill.

Get well

 

You are a bright light

Occasioned sometimes by pain

You colour your space with playful air

And would not let the pain revel in it

I care for you

 

Cherish the hope that propels you

To think upon a smile

And pen silly prose

In defiance at lurking dread

That is steeped within

 

Even in distress there is resolve

I honour that

Because we are on slender threads

Unsure of shape and form

Yet sparks sustain you

 

Go on. Improve

Give the indelicate salute

Cling to resilience

Dance the steps of a furious but tired pugilist

And win this bout

Author's Note

a text from a friend to say she is ill. again. I am concerned.

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[mikedohsays]

What is friendship? How deep does it go? Why? I honour all of that.