It's been a while since I could collect my thoughts peacefully. This pandemic has really done more to my mental health than I can fully understand or be aware of at the moment. All I see is the signs of me fading and I have a butterfly net trying to catch me before I disappear. Here is a poem in the moment right now, raw and open.

No one wants to admit that they are in a panic

Or is it that we are still in The Pandemic

I know they told us not to treat it like a sprint

But isn't that what hope is?

Track shoes laced up on the feet of faith

No wings just keeping it grounded but hoping that it's over fast

We all hope that this is over with a swift fast ending.

What's happening to us all

 I...

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