Fear knocks at my front door and the steps of passers by hover over my back door frame ,I feel the fright in their silence , I hear the unappeal a sighs with a glimpse I nod with shame.

grief has been my go to at site of my pillows stare , as conseplation of more tears as notice of happiness filled voices are in the midst of the sun glistened beams and through my window sill the brush of calm air.

I more long to be in the commute of nature's stride and season's bloom , and smell the aroma of Velvet petals ,fresh bedding of grass and adolescents carasimatic day's noon.

In my isolated designation fortress ,I await for better moments , promised days and views of more than just under my rooftop ,and again feel air's brisk and embrace of sun rays .

Depression has opressed apon me and all that I hold dear , faith has faded in to anxious tirany ,and my desire to keep safely beside me all loved ones near.

All alone in this room i see more as a cell , a place no one can hold my hand and say this will pass ,that from a far can not even call , to send my way love and get wells.

Fear has mistaken me for it's own , and lingered apon these sheets far to long. Im awaiting to recover but do not know If this enemy will cease , and I ever get to venture back home.

The world is no longer a play ground , a place to grow, a place to create a future for you ,your loved ones and significant ones along the way you know .

I can only keep surviving and press on with each mere breath, longing to just make it through , but to remain a testament to hope behind the sting of the bed. facing final rest .

I looked around and saw many fearful eyes , and stares of nerve filled parents and swift steps of mourning loved ones , as behind them lingered cries

In a time such as this. is a moment in time which we should come as one , and with good deeds from one house to another at the end of daylights' sun

Love counts more than anything that worry , fear and anger can extend to our lives , Let's all be a shoulder to cry , a back to place burdens of a stranger , a soft place to pour one's cries

The fight against this takes more than distance,more than dirt free hands , more than protective gear, It takes a village of sacrifice and honor for another's life , To heal our land , To disarm all fear.

And when you have time out your consumed schedule days, Please think of the ones who will not make it out of this , suffering every second , and the ones who are now gone and passed away .

All lives matter ,and one day our journey will come to an end , so let's live the time we have left , gifting others with our love ,and extend ourselves as a comfort and open our door as a friend .
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