What would it be like to be well, I wonder?

What would it be like to wake up in the morning
and actually wake up instead of feeling groggy and hungover?
What would it be like to be able to open my eyes when I want to?
To get out of bed without wondering if I will be able to stand up?
What would it be like to not have the crushing weight
of fatigue forcing itself down on my shoulders?
What would it be like?

What would it be like to be free of pain –
for my legs not to ache as though I have just run a marathon
when in fact I have not left my bed in days?
What would it be like for the aching, burning, endless pain to go away?
What would it be like to go without the constant headache,
to skip the frequent migraines,
to get rid of the pain in my sinuses?
What would it be like?

What would it be like for my head to remain clear,
even for just one day?
For my mind to be my own instead of refusing to obey me,
forgetting words, failing to finish sentences,
refusing to pass my ideas from thought to keyboard?
What would it be like to know that I could go to work and do my job
all day without having to give up half way through?
What would it be like to tell people I will do something
and know that I can actually do it,
that I won’t crash out in pain with broken promises?
What would it be like?

What would it be like to be well?
I don’t know what it would be like. I can’t remember any more.

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