IT GOT ME

 

Feeling fine, just a sore throat coming on. Wednesday afternoon. Day off on Thursday, woke up feeling strange. Lightheaded. Tipsy, perhaps. Still met up with a friend for coffee. Got home, showered, had a bit then hit the sack. Woke up at 1am and couldn´t fall back asleep. Alarm went off. Sent a message and lesson plan. Not fit to go into work. Needed to sleep. No voice whatsoever.

Next day, still no voice; head pounding as if a whole percussion band was rehearsing in my head; runny nose; congested sinus. No fever. No intestinal issues. Took a covid test. POSITIVE. Two dark lines. Since 2020, never had there been two lines. This was the first time I had caught it, better yet, it caught me.

Back to wearing a mask. Isolation. Incase of fever or lack of breath – ER. Drink lots of water.

How could this have happened? Felt like a complete failure. First semester dengue and now, second semester COVID. Until now I had managed to avoid getting it or it getting me.

These days people think that covid it something of the past. Therefore, they do not get tested any longer and think it is just a simple cold. It is still out there and it will be part of our list of diseases we need to watch out for.

OH BROTHER!!!!

Written: August 30, 2024

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Sometimes OR Most of the times?

 

Sometimes I cannot grasp why I am in certain gatherings.

Sometimes I feel decisions have been made before consulting the team.

Sometimes I feel like a fish out of water; drowning,

Trying to stay afloat amidst ideas that are spewed into my ears.

Sometimes egos try to step all over the meek souls of the open-minded.

Belittling people should be an Olympic sport.

I can think of a large number that would get a gold medal.

Egos berating me for being just and ethical.

Casting aside these inflated egos.

Withdrawing into myself digging deep for an answer.

Retiring into myself and searching for my sanity.

Sounding the depths which my life has its foundation.

Finding a safe harbor in my essence.

 

Written: August 5, 2024

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Death Is What She Thinks About

 

Death is what she contemplates.

She cries out for everyone to hear.

Deep down inside, it is life that she desires.

 

So much agony.

So much hurt.

So much confusion.

 

Death is what she announces.

At night she cries to stop the anguish.

Her heart bleeds for those who have parted.

 

So much despair.

So much distress.

So much gloom.

 

Death is on her mind.

She cannot recognize how much it pains her loved ones.

They are mystified and tied not knowing what to do.

 

Written: July 7, 2020 (during the pandemic)

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