to tell the truth
to tell it all
in all its beauty
in all its pain
in all its vulnerability
in all its loneliness
even if it blows up the world
your world
go build a new one
a brighter one
speak your truth
paint your truth
sing your truth
write your truth
dance your truth
it’s the only way
in this wicked world
to find breath.
the autoimmune hippie. 
Miranda, this poem is absolutely beautiful and encouraging.
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Thank you so much, sweet friend!
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my pleasure Miranda……….may your day bring you a smile or three 🙂
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