Sick Day

Grey clouds,
fog in the morning,
feeling the weight bearing down.

A hidden disease cripples your body
and leaves you broken yet whole.

An obtuse workplace,
work-life balance is only a theory.

Afraid to tell anyone,
you battle on with your demons.

A glimpse of clarity,
sleeping the sick workday away.

Grey clouds,
no fog as the day passes,
feeling the relaxing rain falling.

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