Sonnet 309.0 – Adjustment Disorder


Sonnet 309.0


There was an expectation of balance

Held between the vows of sickness and health,

An assumption that choice could conquer chance

If illness came to either of our selves.

Fairness was always taken for granted

As each of us lived by the golden rule.

We trusted that life would be even handed

Sparing us both from the tragic and cruel.

Why then and how did the scale come to tip

When all was steady and under control?

How could disease find me so ill equipped

To care for another’s body and soul?

Death’s on my mind and it’s harder to give

Without knowing how long we both shall live.



Adjustment Disorder with Depressed Mood

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