I have snacks by Fiona Goodwin

Dear friend,
You can come up for air any time,
This divine human journey has many off ramps,
I’ll be there with ice and heat and salve
And you can rest awhile.
You are your own Shaman
And without shaming
You take hold of yourself
As and when you are able.
The definition of humanity:
To breathe life into insanity and despair,
If I tell you I have lacked hope and kindness
When you see me now in my happy bathing suit
If I tell you I have been cruel beyond measure With myself and those unlucky enough
To cross my path
Will you believe me?
I hope so
Because you are me
And I am you
And I have snacks in my backpack.