You're like an unwanted guest who overstays. We wait for you to leave to celebrate our well being once again. Wishing goodbye to you is what we welcome but you shamelessly come back into our life again and again despite knowing how you're shunned. Dear Sickness, You have grown the way weeds grow and not the good kind The weeds that rob other plants of nutrition and water, in other words, life You are everywhere like a poisonous creeper that spreads without water or sun, The kind that covers everything and is so bitter, it deprives itself from touch other beings in other words, friends You are the wood in our graves and the hands that bury us alive in it,