Fragile Bodies

I think that I am at war with myself in the sense that my body is rejecting me.  
As explained via twitter:









The past few months I have:

• had surgery on my thyroid
• thrown up so much I thought I was dying
• gotten shingles
• had a bladder infection
• experienced a severe sore throat (cause still under investigation)
• and am currently battling a cold.

Visits to doctor's offices and a variety of medication is growing monotonous.  While I am thankful that my conditions are not worse, part of me is tired of constantly feeling less than well.  

Some inspiration to help get anyone else struggling by:

Also, due to the nature of my school assignments, I have recently grown very fond of some particular poetry pieces.  If you are looking for some light, but delightful reading see below.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats

http://www.cise.ufl.edu/~hsiao/verse/cloths.html

My Soul

In the flame of the flickering fire   

The sins of my soul are few

And the thoughts in my head are the thoughts of a bed   

With a solitary view.

But the eye of eternal consciousness   

Must blink as a bat blinks bright

Or ever the thoughts in my head be stilled

On the brink of eternal night.

Oh feed to the golden fish his egg

Where he floats in his captive bowl,

To the cat his kind from the womb born blind,   

And to the Lord my soul.

Stevie Smith

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176214

<33 Amanda