I hear people talk about disease
With dis-ease as if the word itself is a disease.
It commands presence for experience.
An experience of lacking
Endured with shame and ridicule
Should I cling to it or hide behind it?
Sometimes both in this state of confusion.
To feel this temporary sensation so lastingly
Can make transition feel timeless.
I accept you as a union
Rather than feel you as a barrier
To feel dis-ease is to free disease
Acceptance is bliss