Diseased

Water rained on me
Cold fingers, uncertain death
Sore throat, fevered chills

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And so my mother offered me a jar of cookies, a bottle of water and two tablets of medicine. I also lost control of my bladder. I must be really sick!

A play on HOPE

Hope is just one word
Yet it means the world for some
In varied degrees

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Honestly, I am frustrated about this concept of “hope” and the different ways it can be said. I’m currently reflecting on the paper that I will be presenting on Wednesday next week. There are just so many things lost in translation. The nuances which are important can be easily lost in the tide of a foreign language.