I think it's all your fault
You're convinced I am to blame
Even in winning, I lose this battle
There is nothing left to gain

hands,
                     warmer than cheeks
hair,
            not told what to do
skin,
            brushed by the wind
mind,
                     unaware of itself.

Nose and mouth,
Keep them covered in public,
Wear a mask.
20/4/2020

Sometimes the pain is so intense
That people forget to smile
Sometimes you're so tired
You lose all the interest
Sometimes the wait is so long
Your words value doesn't matter
Sometimes your body doesn't
Carry the weight which normally carries

The first flowers begin at the bottom,
New shoots of forsythia,
almost out of sight unless you look close.

The promise of spring
lies always near the roots.

I am neither
Yesterday
Nor
Tomorrow.
I am who
I am
Now!