Hold every cell still
palm under chin
legs and feet balanced.
Stay in the trough
between cough and ache.
Sleep without waking
the dragon.
Forget how
tooth, limb
and eye
throb and cry
for relief.
Dream,
pray
hope
this will
pass.
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Cynthia M. Sheward
Cynthia Sheward has written poetry since she was a child. She was born in Massachusetts but spent her young life in New Jersey. She applied her English degree from Arcadia University teaching junior-senior high school in Vermont the 70’s. In the 80s, she and her husband built their own house with their own hands in the mountains of North Carolina. In the 90s, she returned to NJ where she worked for a Fortune 500 corporation until her retirement.
Her work has been published in Friends Journal, Evening Street, the Bennington Banner, Fiber Arts Magazine, the Mountain Times and various other print media.
She currently resides in Jupiter, Florida.
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A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
I hope you’re well, Cynthia!
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I am. I wrote this after a terrible stomach flu I caught from
my grandkids a couple years ago. At the moment, I am fine. I hope
you are too.
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Yes, thank you!
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