Whitney

Ideas my brain is drained of
Drowning me in senseless oblivion
The backspace key
Now a best friend
Helping erase the words
That don’t make sense
Have no feeling
Mean nothing at all

What most took for granted
Now ripped from our grasp
Nothing makes us yearn for something more
Than when that thing is taken away
Then every passing moment 
Is spent thinking
Regretting
Wishing

During these times of trial, it is important for people to be there for each other. Just the other day my neighborhood got together to celebrate a kid’s birthday on our block. Because of social distancing the boy was unable to have a birthday party.

The Pandemic has made me discover some things about myself.

When I write
The materials I use
Are a part of me

My brain acts as paper
Documenting all I have to say
Keeping it safely tucked away
Far from criticism 
Or ridicule
Where I can come back
Revise 

One minute 
Strong assuring arms wrap around my little body
Encasing me in a protective layer
Between me and the pool floor below
Slowly the embrace weakens
My bathing suit now rests