A quiet reflection or a liberating scream?
I cannot decide which action will take me back to me,
Which one will bring all this to normalcy?
How do you house thankfulness and sadness in one heart?
Elated for the survivors but torn for the departed.
How exhausting is the toggle between emotions?
A walk down the park or my head to my palms?
Avoiding the outside to stay alive,
But being trapped with a mind that wrestles with my life.
Two dragons I face to slay.
I wait in hiding with the dragon that I have always lived with,
while hoping for the new one to exhaust itself.
Waiting for the curve to flatten, I pray that I don’t flatline.
As I hide my mouth and nose against the winds that carry the dragon flames,
and step fiercely onto the stay home bandwagon,
I wash my hands clean of all the blood that could flow.
