protegiéndome
2020 was a peace-thief
she brainwashed the world on which i stand
she mocked all souls
and hid her identity for months
searching for answers,
many lost themselves
deciphering outer meanings,
we missed our own.
i followed different statements
it all mismatched—i couldn’t tell between
theories, religion, human-word, and my own
thoughts.
i missed out on the wellness of my mind and
body and realized 2020 was more than an
epidemic—she was a mental illness.
she took over the meaning of the universe
and its well being
she took my peace
and my wholeness
she compelled us to change our lives–
leaving us empty and unfulfilled
tranquility took flight.
the number of questions enlarged.
anxiety rose.
as for my lost-wellness,
i currently enjoy rewatching my favorite movie
whenever i’m feeling low.
i enjoy company,
such as the ears of my journal
i value time off—and self-love
and what comes along with peace
such as breathing through the clear breeze
sometimes forgetting about my oxygen-thief
i love how oversized shirts and sweats mold into
my bones, allowing me to breathe
i value time off—and self-love–
I value feeling fulfilled:
life sorted out
bare skin, no masks
sun and thin clouds
–and the peace it brings
being alone and able
to clear out my thoughts
being able to enjoy the off-time, that life has
provided for me, with quality and purpose
i am gentle and patient with myself–
i think through stanzas
before giving them a write;
i move with cautiousness
ensuring my time was enjoyed
i embrace my wellness
and what i’ve worked for
i try to be intentionally generous
which nourishes my heart
i also read–
approximately all 365
–to nurture my mind
i am protecting myself
from falling again
it feels good to be at peace and connected with myself