In the wake of coughing fits
I am reminded I need rest
and I lay my drowsy limbs
down with the weight of my drowsy body
and thoughts of work, and friends, and family bother me.

I feel weak to accomplish anything.
I feel accomplished enough already.

I spiral into writing
as the sun is going down,
finding any words at all
to describe the listless thoughts
between halting, jarring coughs,
the mucous breaking through my throat.

I have woke.
Lacking insight into free time,
I lie in waste of my Saturday night.
And despite the insidious cough that tickles all the time.
I don’t mind.

I’ll lay here until eyelids finally fall
and the stream of thoughts halt.


About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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