Grant your soul permission to be here, to feel everything. Navigate with your heart as compass, intuition as guide, soul as travel partner.
Stranded by relationships, shielded with empathy, conciliatory notes abound, I feel lonely. Stifled by stigma... I am hopeless.
Time now to practice the hobbies you love, though you may find new ones more hand-in-glove with this passenger called rheumatoid arthritis.
In this world, there is my golden city and there is its womb being torn open and bursting... There is screaming. In it is a cold August.