Wellness, Rise!

She lies along the length of her dull bed
With paintings of the beauty in her head.
Her illness goes, by oh, too slow degrees,
And yet she’s happy for the things she sees.
The lines of genius and its gloried light
Surrender to her fascinated sight;
The richest colors of imagination’s glow
Their lively hues spring in her mind to show
Creative masters’ singing overflow,
And thopugh she tires of lying there so long,
She posts her posts as if there’s nothing wrong,
And we’re rewarded that she is so strong.
But, Illness, it is time for you to end;
Now, Wellness, rise, and be her lifelong friend!

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