What can I say

How can I feel

It’s hard to move forward

when I haven’t healed

It feels safer to stay

Protected, mad and blue

But those wounds won’t heal

Unless you allow them to

That rawness will rot

Ruin and kill

Everything else you got

And all that you would will

So we try to find peace and

We try to forgive

Hoping those wounds can heal

so that we both may live

Our lives to the fullest

Togethe...

There once was a world made of humans

Who loved to be movin’ and groovin’

Then came on the scene

Dreaded COVID-19

Now all of us stay and just Zoom in...

It was a journey of the soul

Around and around, around the bowl

Chicken first, warm and savory

Then the broth (no need for gravy)

Carrots and peas, seasoning too

So good for the soul; chicken soup and you

...

The dust. There was no escaping it. My life existed solely within an air-tight village, but somehow the dust always got in in. Sometimes I wonder at it (...had to be particles clinging to Suits that had been outside). Sometimes I ignore it. Sometimes, it makes me so angry I could scream.

Today, I wiped down my cooking station calmly, letting out a small sigh when I lifted the rag to see the rust...

Night falls heavy,

But sleep doesn’t come

A weight lingers

And there’s nowhere to run

Breath is the savior

How? No one can guess

After the gift of slumber

You’re ready

Begin afresh...