And Sometimes It Rains

I've come to relish the moments I am sickly.

This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.

I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.

That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.

I feel alive.

I feel real.

I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.

And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the fever.

And I am real.



I am alive.