I am afraid.
In a time of isolation, I feel more free than ever.
And I'm scared to go back.
Not just because of the loss of freedom that will occur,
But also because of the loss of connection that will occur.
Because I might lose you in the process too.
The thought of that is something I cannot bear.
My hands tremble at night, yet my mind is paralyzed.
My body is cold, but I burn with a scorching anger.
Powerless.
Hurt.
And above all,
Afraid.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
