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