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It is a delicate thing a mask
So small, small, small yet
Fragile
My mask is carefully fashioned,
Crafted and shaped
Flawless but for a crack on the side I
Drape and drape my hair over
It is fine
No one notices
Or cares
Sometimes I wonder why I wear it
But when I get home
Staring at the mirror I am reminded
Why it must be so
My mask is my companion and friend
My harshest critic and my enemy
Yet it has been with me through ups and downs
Highs
And lows
The only constant in life
And sometimes when I’m alone
A tear drops
From the crack on the side
I was working on a Literature assignment for about two hours when I decided that poem I was writing wasn't great, so I started all over and wrote this in five minutes.
Lately I thought
The more I forced
A tug on my lips,
A glint in my eyes,
A light in my face
Like the flicker of flames
As they dance in the fire,
The easier it would be,
The more natural it would feel,
And maybe even some day
My mind would recall
How it felt to smile
And I would be able to
Do it for real.
Eniola 5d
The overflowing sadness,
that courses through thy vein.
Thy heavy mask,
that thou places upon thy face,
for thous never-ending show.
But thou always ask is it worth it?
for is it really worth it?.
this always is the million-dollar question.
When the world is locked up on the wake of an unknown virus
Let me unlock my mind and find the virus , which had been in my heart and destroying me from within for so long...

Let me know the origin of the same
My symptoms are uncanny....feeling low, depressed and unwanted by so many.

I consulted many websites but had no respite

But one day ....i found out!!

Eureka Eureka!!

I found out

It was residing deep down in my soul
Trying to put me down
Trying to demotivate me
Trying to not understand me
Trying to judge me

But now...no more
I know the genome
I found out the vaccine
It is to love myself more
Trust own self to the core
The result..the virus has obliterated forever .

And ......I found  a new life with no more mask to wear on and feel free from my soul within to move on.

Bina Mukherjee
a dark melody is sleeping in his stomach
sound of a star rolling over heaven
swarms of stones populate the earth
they float beneath mask man's shape

the horizon is swallowing his thoughts:
they slip into emotion, they burst into splinters
mask man's body is jailed inside an image
behind the bars of a prompt; he is scared

as animals are scared of men and fire
as rivers are killed by dirt and arrogance
as children are abused by adults and abomination
mask man, oh mask man: what can you do?
Today is a good day.
"I have a name and it’s Jaylen Foster
I am two weeks old.
But the size of my big feet
Will foretell my future:
big things to come

I am the third generation of Fosters
What the world need now is love sweet love
It is the new normal, the beginning of a bad ending
Social distancing, mask trending, and facetime,

My new world..  Six feet apart, no options
Only restriction: for them or for me??
The truth for our futuristic endeavors is to
Wear a mask, or stay at home..

I saw the smile, on her face, her laughter is contagious  
The joy of being a grandmother, pretty Joy for Paula
Proud moments for my father and mother..
a new beginning for a grandfather: David

Love and happiness for a two weeks old me
And distance kisses for cousin: Annie
Annie said the meaning of my name is Joy

My grandmother's voice says nothing can surprise her.
My grandmothers’ voice, says wisdom,
My grandmother’s laughter is genuine,
When it comes to me.. Jaylen Foster
Keep the pictures coming?
Meant keeping Joy alive
Katy May 16
I drink sweet tea
To cover up all of the
B i t t e r n e s s
In me
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