Disease: A Poem
Disease may come from inner wounds not healed
so I have noticed by observing those who got it
along with the feelings of being forced to yield
resenting an abuse, but never really fought it.
Some of us discharge it in our own way
while others unconsciously won't let it go
why we turn it inwards, it's not easy to say
dropping our immunity, even harder to know.
Mind being so close to cellular genome
every cell living all our ups and downs
when our skin stops feeling like home
spirit sinks in tears before it drowns.
We harbor a will to live, and a will to die
and our body will heed either of them two
then it may take an old never soothed cry
or any deeper and prolonged feeling blue.
I wish people knew the power of mind
to keep us well, or to betray us like a foe
so let us insist on thoughts of positive kind
for in health matters we really reap as we sow.