PANDEMIC
Today was hard to breathe. The air, light and clean, My toughts, heavy and unwilling to leave. What to study first it's difficult to mend. Chest hurts. Can't even outburst my heart's content. No wonder I need to go back to therapy. The daylight is scary, but wish it to never end. The night has come and so has anxiety. Sudden relief. Quietness, dark's bequeath. A strong desire: to live, to study, to paint, and to breathe. And then there's guilt Guilt for not taking care (But I am trying, I swear) of a future spilt.