A poem by Jill Dema, HSI student
In the realm of remedies, China Officinalis,
Abbreviated as Chin, a healing apparatus.
First proven in homeopathy’s tender embrace,
A portrait of traits, a therapeutic grace.
Introverted, intense, touchy, and idealistic,
A soul attuned to the world, sensitive and mystic.
Ideal for teenagers, excitable in the night,
Walter Mitty thoughts, a hidden, embarrassed light.
Intestines and liver feel its gentle sway,
Affects the core, where life’s energies play.
Fears animals, a dance with the wild,
Aggravated by fluids lost, nature’s beguiled.
Periodicity marks its rhythmic refrain,
A symphony of symptoms, a recurrent pain.
Foggy, cold, damp weather its bane,
Autumn’s arrival, a chapter of disdain.
Light touches provoke its tender wrath,
Yet with hard pressure, it finds its path.
Anemic hues paint the canvas within,
A portrait of health, struggling to begin.
Bitter tastes linger in the mouth’s embrace,
Bloated and distended, a gasping space.
Rumbling and expelling, relief in gas,
Gallbladder’s story, an ailment alas.
Cravings for sweets, a whispering desire,
A dance with indulgence, a sweetened fire.
Asthma in the fall, a breathless quest,
China Officinalis, a healing zest.
Skin, a canvas, sensitive and sore,
Fever’s touch, a painful encore.
Insomnia creeps in the quiet of the night,
Disturbed by noise, a restless flight.
Malaria’s shadow, a haunting song,
A melody of fever, prolonged and strong.
China Officinalis, in its homeopathic might,
A remedy for ailments, in the healing light.
