loud poetry from a quiet girl
a growing collection of poetries and short story's
Hope you'll enjoy reading :)
ly
P.S: There's a song to every poem / short story that I thought is fitting for the text. So if you want to fully experience it just lis...
The day we took our masks off wasn't a day, exactly. The plague receded slowly, like a winter that had held on too long, sputtering false springs and flash snows until one day we looked out the window and saw the sun shining again.
We each resurfaced in our own time, some so starved for contact they were out as soon as the medical cordons came down. Others waited to check the math of the economists ushering us back to work. A few held on for weeks, like shelter animals wary of the cage's open door.
Whenever it happened, there was a moment we all shared: when the mask dropped and we saw our smiles naked again, hardened by time and stress but still gleaming like a vein of precious ore that only forms under pressure.
There was still work to do, yes. There were dead to mourn, sick to tend to, and losses too raw to speak of. But for a moment, we felt the weight of our long isolation melting away like snow in sunlight. We thought back to ourselves at the beginning of this calamity, before we lost count of the anxious nights and lonely days. And we whispered into reality what we had been too afraid to say back then.
That all winters end. All masks come off. And we will see each other again before too long.
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P.S: When I woke up today and checked Wattpad I couldn't believe my eyes. My Story now has about 420 reads (!) and 50 votes. Whaat that's unbelievable! It may not be much for some of you, but to me it is and I'm happy for everyone reading my book and liking it ❤️
P.P.S: I'm really sorry for the bad English, I'm not fluent in it lol
