an experience of Covid 19 What was the first spark? A careless touch, A cough, An inhalation - wrong place, wrong time… A forest fire virus Rages Rampages through me. I burn. Into this inferno I send out My Firefighters. I feel them Running through my veins To the many firelines Under attack. This fire, Malevolent, cunning, wanton, Seeking always to get A leap ahead; Another symptom, another organ, limb Attacked. Seeking always In its reckless burning To consume Me. My Firefighters Dig firebreaks, Battle. I send supplies - Water, water, water, Paracetamol, juice Cereal, soup, pasta, chocolate Sleep, sleep, sleep And repeat. I try to keep their strength up. At times, I sense My exhausted brigades, Wiping away sweat, smuts and smoke, The strains of combat. And then they go again Valiant defenders to the death. Anxious to be doing something I ask them “How can I help?” Their reply is always “Rest” “Get out of the way” “Let us do our job” So I do as I am told. And realise in that surrender time, For the first time, In such a long lifetime, That I love, Am in awe Of this little body of mine. Its bravery Its stubborn tenacity Its “Not this time!” Its “Not yet!” To age, infirmity, infection. I rest. I encourage my Firefighters. I hug my miraculous body I stroke my own arm Squeeze a shoulder Whisper “Keep going!” “Please don’t give up!” If I could I would kiss my own cheek in tender gratitude. My Firefighter antibodies Lift their chins Polish their helmets Shoulder their equipment Remember their training Head for the firelines yet again. And do their job. Copyright Tina Towey 2022
This is striking! Thank you and hope you are better if it is of personal experience
Yes I am thank you!