No Cure
I am experiencing the wound of unknowing.
It feels like the people that are supposed to be helping-
Are opposed to trying to solve a problem that they aren’t experiencing.
So that I can only wish for an answer.
And I try to imagine that they are wishing too.
I am expected to ignore my own suffering.
As that is their best cure.
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