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.
C & K 