My status

Red ribbon kneeling on my chest like a batch.
Nuns telling hope to those who cannot cope.
The stigma is  to hot to  hold,
Even for those who are  still connected with the cord.

POSITIVE is the  word for trepidation every hour,
Pandemonium with odium drains power.

The world is like a paint,
Tainted with the sprite of a saint.
Yet  filled with curiosity.