My body and heart began aching in November. It seems that a month centered around giving thanks also has given much pain.
Like a daisy bobbing its head above the weeds, I've waved in the wind and turned my face upwards. But the weeds are choking me now and I find my sunny nature hardening.
Physically, excising one's old lymphocytes in the hopes for better ones has been exhausting and I know that is affecting my disposition. But before that, I watched my country stab itself and its democraZy directly in the eye and elect a demagogue. Adding pain to the wound was the acknowledgement that far too many of my friends, family, and fellow citizens are incredibly selfish.
November finished itself with the anniversary of a dear one's death and anew, the death of another for which I could offer no comfort...can't fly until those stupid lymphocytes regrow to protect me from the germs of the masses.
Hardened. How can flowers grow in dry soil beset with so many weeds? Wilted.
