Sickness

One morning you awake,

You are warm like freshly baked.

You lie there in your bed,

Being told it is only in your head.

You stay there all day,

Feeling like any minute you will wither away.

The doctor does the dance and song,

Then tells you there is nothing wrong.

Finally you’re back in bed,

“Could this really be in only my head?”

-Betsy Clark-