As I sit on my bed,
head in my hands,
I close my eyes,
for just a second.
My temples are pounding,
this headache won't quit.
I look at my homework.
I think I'm going to be sick.
Maybe a walk will help.
I get off the bed,
my body revolts, I sway and stagger,
and fall to the ground.
Tears start to form,
when I look towards my window.
There sits a butterfly,
a message of hope.
Subject: A Glimmer of... 
