She’s having difficulty breathing. Not
Enough to call an ambulance. Enough
To make her dizzy. Forehead isn’t hot.
She’s wheezing and, now and again, she coughs.
She is exhausted. Every move she makes
No matter how inconsequential leaves
Her limp. But still, she’s feeling like a fake:
The sort of symptoms that she might believe
Like fever, phlegm and headaches, are not present.
She’s only tired. It might not really be
Corona, but perhaps just an unpleasant
Bout of hayfever. There isn’t much to see.
She lies in bed, the battle waged unseen:
Imposter syndrome v Covid-19
Tom Juniper Poetry 