Today was the first day I went to the store and had to wear a mask.
My Mask (Written 4-10-20)
It wears heavy on my face
pushing under my glasses and
with every little breath
my vision fogs
The fabric so thick,
so warm with trapped air
it feels like I could suffocate
But I push through
because they're only mild
inconveniences
I'll live
But if I take this off
someone else
may not
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Chance (Poetry Collection)
PoetryIn 2020 amid the COVID-19 quarantine, I started writing poetry again. These are the chances I took to connect with others through simple gatherings of words even if we couldn't gather in public. [March 14 - PRESENT]
