Pandemic Peace

Not once in time, can she define a moment her mind unwind.

In fact, it turn on the dime.

Except…This time.

Amidst pandemic confusion, or is it an illusion?

She assume unprecedented numbers choose delusion.

She nestle her fated conclusion.

Embracing her Queen deep within, she seek to invite anew begin.

A slate so fresh and so clean, its time she shift her lean.

A moments encounter is all it took.

A glance.

A side-look.

She shutter.

A shadow she’d not met

mimic her,

distorting her silhouette.

A mere reflection

of the darkness

her being

overtook.

In disgust,

she shook.

Instinctively,

She

knew.

This were conditioned,

created and enabled

by a

sickened society’s

Stereotypes,

Labels,

Diagnoses,

Judgement.

Entitled,

unsolicited opinions

replace Respect and

Compassion.

An abused child

Is

A

Village

Issue.

Open your

Fuck’n eyes

When does it stop?

Man burdening others,

demanding secrets remain concealed.

Generations of lies.

Perhaps the current pandemic is the universe’s way of suggesting we all take a look.

A response to the immense pain our society covet.

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