thanks for your coming for a while to give some rest in my life healing and making physically and mentally me strong 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,