Worse than a kick in the stomach, worse than even my own fears is watching loved ones flounder, hurt, and experience profound suffering.
To see the earth we trust, the lives we build trap us and then slowly swollow us whole is a betrayal like none other.
The women I love more than life, my sister and best friend, are experiencing life altering health problems.
They are invisible to the world and yet their hurt and illness is so real it threatens both of their lives.
How can there be joy, when one you love is so deeply trenched in pain?
How can I ease their suffering without taking it on as mine?
How do I hold out hope as I watch it flicker from their eyes?
How do you find the strength to fight another day?
Your beauty is alluring.
Your strength is stunning.
Your battle may be the sexiest thing about you.
Your fight is inspiring.
Healing, hope, hurt, despair, each a state of mind.
Your strength, Your inspiration, Pulls me from my quicksand of despair.
Lend me your hand, your heart, your burden.
I don’t know how, but I promise
I will not let your suffering be in vain.