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
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.
on autopilot isn’t quite sure
what it’s doing
I think of my muses,
the best ones
their own tribulations
this could be
viewed as a
of the glory days
Your body and mind go through a transitional phase in March.
This winter has been a deep freeze.