These days when breath is hard, when new pains & new ailments nearly overtake me, I’m finding it easier to pray through it.
I’m being as patient as possible
Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.
As if the body didn’t have enough foreign invaders to fight off.
I fought for doctors to listen to me.
To believe me.
When too many bad days in a row occur, I start to wonder if this is just how it’s going to be from now on.
In which I answer some questions.
I think I’ve transcended pain flare-ups.
I’ve been husked.
We’ve been running on fumes the past couple of days.