Illness

My voice is boxed in.
I'm a bird who can't sing.
I have to make motions
For people to understand.
I can't scream.
I wouldn't be heard, anyway.
I can only run,
And that will take me so far
Before I cannot move any farther.
My head is pounding,
And my hands are cold.
A side-effect of illness.
Illness is weakness
And weakness is shunned.
I just don't know what to do…