Cold Menace

He steals aboard
In the still of the night,
But you won’t know he’s there
Til the first morning light.

At first you feel nauseous
It’s all in your head,
And for a few frightful hours
You wish you were dead.

Then you cough and you sneeze
With what seems your last gasp.
There appears no escape
From the menace’s grasp.

Feel him roar in your chest;
In your head feel him spin.
Then his chills wash you over —
It’s a right state you’re in.

The best way to fight
Is, of course, to lay low.
When you don’t give him fuel
Somewhere else he must go.

So, eat well and get rested,
Stay warm and take care,
And before very long
He’ll be no longer there.

*

I’ve been laid low with the cold menace now for the better part of two weeks. He’s been a stubborn and unpleasant visitor, hijacking my every day activities and leaving me feeling drained and unproductive.

Having said that, he’s also afforded an opportunity for me to get some much needed rest, reassess my diet, think long, contemplative thoughts and recommit to important aspects of my life that I had been allowing to slip.

So, while the cold menace is a fellow I wouldn’t normally invite into my life, his presence hasn’t been a total waste. It seems even the uninvited guest can teach us a thing or two about ourselves.

Nevertheless I’ll be happy to see  the back of him. It’s time he inflicted his wisdom on some other unsuspecting soul.

Time to unwrap the present …

Dorothy

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2011

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