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It's time to let go of what was and grow into what will be.
HIV poem
To my sisters of resilience: it's okay to rest. You're still a warrior.
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On the inside, my spirit was broken into pieces | On the outside, I masked it, very well | With a hyper cheerful personality | Faked my way through | But, I saw the light one day
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This is not just a story about illness— it's about intuition. The terrifying silence of being dismissed. And the sacred roar of deciding to save yourself.
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"You have HIV. HIV3 to be exact." That's what they said—HIV3. I didn't even know what that meant... No one explained it. No one softened it.
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It's not what others tell you about yourself; it's what you tell yourself that is important. You mold who you think and believe you are.
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When diagnosed, a person confides in me and trusts my guidance and love. I kill stigma one day, one person at a time. Doors are opening and I feel alive.
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You brought me through trials to teach me who I can be. The one You designed me to be.
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Last year I had the pleasure of being part of Dandelions Movement writing workshop that brought more healing than I anticipated. Once upon a time I did enjoy writing - in my youth, when I had time.
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Adjust the sails, regroup our path. Time takes time, breakthrough here at last.
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