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By Julia Ware

Julia Ware (She/her) is a third-year English major and Art minor with a passion for all things reading and writing! She can often be found on campus working in the Athenaeum or contributing to The Marlin Chronicle as a copyeditor. 

The soft embrace of silk and feathers false

Brings warmth amidst a chill of sickness fast.

Wait not until the cloud of ill has passed

To lie within a comfort driven pulse,

Or walk in dreams so far removed from truth,

Which yearn for rest under a cloak of weave. 

There is no method to wander or leave

This pallet to seek fact or ailment’s proof.

Yet rest longs for release, for cool and might

To lift from feeble thought and dream alike

And rise enough to feel the lightning strike

Of sending illness to run off affright.

But these are dreams lost to hosts of fevers,

Which hide behind the sick as deceivers.