What day is it?
The 4th, the 5th?
The day I start singing Cohen unconsciously
Waiting for this to pass,
For my anxiety to fly out the window
For the cracks on my walls to stop leaking of my tears
My tears instilled by the loss of a no longer,
The pain of a loved one, The pain within me,
The virus within me, which virus you ask?
The one that consumed a year of our lives
Or the virus of anxiety, of the fear of the future,
The fear of losing a closed one unexpectedly,
The fear of...
How do I become free of these chains
That are wrapped around my swelling brain?
How do I become free?