I’m Still Here
Sometimes I find it difficult from under my mask.
To let people know I’m open and up for a laugh. My face all contorted with this ridiculous task.
I want people to know I’m trying to smile. Sometimes I need absence to escape for a while. To gather my thoughts, to pause and reflect. To try to make purpose of the whole damn mess.
Only to be drawn to anxiety and stress. A state of affairs I do detest.
So with a polite feck off I voice my protest, if only for a moment I feel a heaviness leave my chest.
Draw deep on this refreshing breath. Its a hard ask to raise a smile from behind a mask.
By Paul Uzell
Dublin, Ireland